When asked who would sail with this 25 ton mangrove captain, I expected his
sock puppets would go along. Donal's description of a sail with Neal probally
describes it best:

Our discussions would range far and wide. We would talk into
the small hours until we solved all the world's problems, and then fall into
an alcoholic stupor.

Off course this could only take place in the relative safety tied off to a
mooring in the mangroves.