Over time, he had become acutely aware that no one was in the captain's chair.
“****!” he growled.  “No wonder we keep losing our way.”
“Yes,” said the voice.
“No wonder we keep running aground!”
“No wonder,” said the voice.  
“And just look at that messy trail of destruction we left in our wake...”  He winced.
“Indeed,” replied the voice.
“SOMEONE SHOULD TAKE CONTROL OF THIS VESSEL!!” he pronounced.

There was a long pause.

“...that someone is ME, isn't it?”
“Of course,” said the voice.  “Time to be a man.”
“Yes,” he answered quietly.  “Time to be a man.”