The ship, Exxon Valdez, is captained by Deacon. The crew is made up of thieves, murderers, and the totally batshit crazy. The only person onboard you feel sorry for is Depth Gauge. He lives in the oil tank and checks the oil depth.
Deacon, and his cadre, are able to manipulate the crew into doing anything with cigarettes, false promises and outright lies. At one point Deacon claims he now knows where Dryland is and the crew jumps to the oars. When asked if he knows what direction Dryland is Deacon replies, “I don't have a goddamn clue. Don't worry, they'll row for a month before they figure out I'm fakin' it.”
The lower-middle white class in the Rust Belt and South have proved they will make a perfect crew for Deacon Trump. They’re mad but have no idea what to focus their violence on. They’re armed and waiting for targeting information. The Deacon will provide the focus and the targets. He has already lit the fuse by stating there will be riots if he doesn’t get the GOP nomination.