04/18/2025
Copied from another charter but thought it was hilarious! Enjoy
Hey y’all. I’m a charter captain out of Savannah. I run a center console—no cabin, no shade, no toilet... just salt, sweat, and questionable decisions. It's like Uber… if the car was on water, your driver smelled like bait, and you tipped him in Busch Light.
People always say, 'Wow, you must love being on the water every day!' Yeah… when I'm alone. But the second I got a full boat of bachelorettes named Brittany, drunk off mimosas, asking if dolphins lay eggs… it gets spiritual real fast.
Like this one trip—six girls, glitter everywhere, one of ‘em brought a ring light on the boat. For what?! I don’t need your TikTok reel, sweetheart—I need you to not fall in while tryna twerk on my livewell.
And no, there ain’t a bathroom. I tell ‘em that before we leave the dock. Every. Single. Time. But about 30 minutes in, one of 'em hits me with, 'Umm... Captain, is it okay if I just go in the ocean?' I said, 'Yeah, as long as the jellyfish are cool with it.' She squatted off the stern and said, ‘This is the most free I’ve ever felt.’ Girl, you’re peeing next to a chum bag. That’s not freedom, that’s baitin’ a shark with coochie glitter.
And the dudes? Don’t get me started on the weekend warriors. I had this one guy show up in Crocs, Oakleys, and an unearned sense of confidence. He goes, 'Cap, I brought my own rod.' Pulls out a freshwater Zebco. I said, 'You tryin’ to catch a bass or get laughed off my boat?'
Then there’s always the one guy who thinks he’s the captain. Calls me ‘boss’ every sentence. ‘Hey boss, I think we should drift this ledge. Hey boss, the tide’s slacking.’ No, Brad. You think tide’s a laundry detergent and drift is what your Civic does in a Walmart parking lot. Sit down.
And the fish? Man, people got this fantasy they’re gonna reel in Moby Dick. Nah, you’re catching a 14-inch redfish and taking 42 selfies with it like it’s a damn trophy wife. And then they ask if I’ll fillet it for Instagram. Fillet it?! It’s barely legal! You want me to throw a butter sauce on a fish that just hit puberty?!
Then there's the freaky ones. No cabin on the boat, remember that. So when people start gettin’ handsy behind the center console, I'm like, 'Ma’am, sir—this is not a waterbed.' I see everything. Y’all makin’ eye contact with me while I’m steering and tryin’ to rub each other’s oysters. That ain’t right.
One couple got so into it, they knocked over my tackle tray and crushed my sandwich. That’s a serious offense. You can get freaky, sure—but touch my sandwich and I’ll turn this boat around like a pi**ed-off dad at Disney
And when the trip’s over, they always say the same thing—‘Captain, this was the best day of my life!’ Yeah, I bet it was. You drank 11 White Claws, pi**ed off a dock piling, and left your bra wrapped around my VHF antenna. I'm not just your captain… I’m your witness.
But you know what? I love it. I really do. Beats working in a cubicle. Every day’s different. Some days I’m watching the sunrise with a cooler full of fish. Other days I’m scrubbing glitter, vomit, and broken v**e pens off my deck while wondering if I should start a podcast called ‘Why the Hell Did I Let You On My Boat?’
So if you’re ever in Savannah, look me up. But bring sunscreen, drink water, and for the love of God… do not ask me to play 'Pontoon' by Little Big Town. That’s how boats get sunk.
"I’m Captain Mac. If you had fun, tell your friends. If you hooked yourself in the ni**le, well… you probably deserved it."