No matter the day or time, high tide or low, The Salty Pirates Crew has one thing in common- an unparalleled passion for new discovery and island life. It is our belief that the ocean possesses a freedom and vastness like no other. We at the Salty Pirates have explored throughout the Caribbean and plan to continue unto the ends of the earth (or until the ole Whaler kicks the bucket). Now specializing in Abaco, Bahamas, it is our mission to explore further so that you too may understand our desire to escape the stresses of the real world and drift into island life.

Join us and our salty dog Tilloo as we venture into new experiences and explore the beautiful waters of the Caribbean. With applications available on Twitter, Youtube, and Facebook, you too can take the helm and view the world through the eyes of A Salty Pirate. New video, Tweets, and pictures will be added frequently to ensure your experience is as good as ours.

Whether its 8 A.M. with a long day ahead, or 10 P.M. and time for bed, it’s always 5 O’Clock in the islands. So live, laugh, and enjoy as we provide an array of experiences and a new style of entertainment fit only for a true beach bum.

Captain Clayton Terry

With my first steps taking place on the sandy banks of Jacksonville, Florida I quickly became a part of my environment. Like many others who have been raised around the ocean, I have never been able to leave. The power of the swell, the smell in the air, and the taste of the salt create a sensation is simply unparalleled. Comfortably suited with my salty way of life, I received the news that I would be moving to the state of Georgia. This sort of transition would take a heavy toll on any waterman. I was now landlocked; the ocean was my only remedy. Fortunately for myself and my sanity, I had formed my exit strategy at a young age; the beautiful islands of Abaco awaited me. These Bahamian islands provided an escape; they were a way for me to reach that place in my life that I so longed for. With my last two years in Georgia consisting of intense manual labor on a horse farm, I was now more ready than ever to get back on the water. After years of traveling to Abaco, I received an opportunity to make my dream of a pirate’s life come true. I saved all I could, gathered my things along with Tilloo, and boarded the 19ft Whaler in search of my dream. Now blessed to have the opportunity to share my experiences through The Salty Pirates, I look forward to having you along on the journey that I call life!

Josh Currie

Unlike the Cap’n, I grew up rural to the bone. Raised on a small farm in Oxford, Mississippi, I found the southern way of life to be my forte. Simplicity, quietness, and hospitality were all that I knew. At this point, my only saltwater experiences were family trips to quiet beach-towns. As I grew older, the new discoveries of offshore fishing, snorkeling, and surfing became more than a hobby; I had found love for the sand, the salt, and the local way of life. Eventually, I moved to the state of Georgia; here I met the Cap’n while attending the University of Georgia. We immediately discovered our similar passion for ocean-life. The salt, the breeze, and the blue-water-lifestyle had become my entrancing addiction; it was something that had grown on me and something I could not let go. We began discovering many others just like us; they too longed for the ocean when carrying out daily routines. This parallel was the inspiration for The Salty Pirates. So we look forward to you joining us as we set forth on many new adventures, a variety of new experiences, and endless memories to be shared.

Tilloo

Also known as Sir Salty Cheeks, I run the show. With my earliest memories in a fur-filled place with someone always chewing on my neck, I decided I needed more. I saw my pops “ De Cap’n” as they call him, and immediately put on a show to distract him from my rival siblings. With the puppy eyes in full effect, the salty old man couldn’t resist; little did he know of my ambitions. Three pair of boots, a rug, and a few lamp cords later, things were getting rough with De Cap’n; he was catching onto my plot to chew, and slowly figuring out it was my only motive. After being thrown in the brig and left alone for hours at a time, life was getting rough; but I didn’t stop there, no sir, I like to think of myself as somewhat of a pirate. Eventually I was sentenced to time on the farm as they call it; Prison, if you ask me. But after a couple years hard time, De Cap’n came to his senses and realized it was all about me. I now live in a dog’s paradise. I have sand to roll in, coconuts to chew, fish to chase, and an endless supply of a Lab’s best friend- water! Life Is Good.