I have driven every boat I have ever been on, including a cruise ship that miraculously did not, with me at the helm, end up in Davy Jones’ locker.
My sole qualification for being a captain who could put the “Love Boat” skipper to shame: I had a New York state driver’s license.
Now I can pilot a vessel to Mexico or Canada, or just be a passenger with both hands on deck after becoming seasick, because I recently got an enhanced license.
