Tempest Row- Headed to the Spaceport

The captain's quite obvious; the boat isn't that big, and there's only one person aboard- a man with mismatched eyes; one dark brown, the other a shocking icy blue. He's wearing a dark blue Hawaiian shirt emblazoned with lime green pine trees and coconuts, though the buttons haven't been done up properly, yellow surf-shorts, mismatched sandals and a slightly squashed red tricorn hat. He's standing at the back of the boat, hand resting on what should be the outrigger engine's handle. He's laughing quite loudly, and yanks the handle to one side to take a corner. The bottom of the boat's hull and the whizzing propeller scratch the brick facade of a warehouse and the deck is very nearly vertical as he does; the captain doesn't move from his spot, as his feet are clad in thick rubber boots with lots of buckles and laces to keep them on, fitted with metal soles magnetically stuck to a metal plate underneath his feet.