The log
Captain Johny.
That is the name on the transom, the novels, and the records. Locals on Tampa Bay already use it. The civilian name stays in the drawer with the spare sunglasses.
The face is the work
The likeness you see here is the official one — rendered for the books and the shirts so the brand can walk around without dragging a passport behind it. If you have fished with him, you will recognize the weather in the skin. If you have not, this is who is speaking.
He still runs a 24-foot bay boat off Ballast Point. The shop exists because clients kept asking what he was wearing, what he was reading, and what was on the radio at 4:30 a.m. Now those things have names: the camp shirt, the Ballast Point novels, two records that are original trop-rock — Tampa water, not a tribute.
The business is the world. Stories make the place feel true. Songs make it portable. Shirts are the souvenir you can actually live in. Charters are how strangers become crew. Provisions are how they come back on a Thursday.
Write the Captain
Charters, shirts, or a story from the dock.
Fill this in. It lands at hello@captainjohny.com. The stamp on the form keeps the bots off the transom — type the letters you see.
Join the crew.
Drops, chapters, listening nights when we throw them. The list is the list. No civilian name required.