I'm sorry, *your* ship? You may be the cap'n, but I've definitely got as big a share in the floating fire hazard as you.
That's true, me heaaarrty.
And one day you may be made Captain.
And on that day you'll understand that the ship is yours.
Yours to control and yours to be responsible for.
And that means every man-jack, every ounce of carrrgo, every lily-livered waster of a passenger, every plank of wood, inch of sail and the smallest nail are yours to protect from harm.
As Captain there is no democracy. Sure, you listen to the advice of your officers and counsellors but you make the decisions.
And you stand by them-knowing that mistakes cost lives but not as many as indecision does.
And so it is the captain's ship (whichever dog is blessed enough to get the privilege)
Not in some fancy-dan lawyering, weaselish way about property, ownership and rights but in the way that matters at sea when lives may be at stake.
When I die and a new captain needed then feel free to step up and be that person-you ave my blessing. Then it'll be
your ship and you'll love this old 'floating fire hazaaard' like I do.
But until then, she be mine...