I'm not often moved to review a book before I finish it, but I suspect I may never finish this one, and I'll tell you why. First, the author has no doubt included a lot of accurate historical detail, but the accuracy is spoiled by needless errors, such as, taking just a single easily verifiable example, situating a "croft" at Guildford in Surrey. Crofting is a Scottish institution, and spread, as far as I am aware, no further south than the Isle of Man, and certainly never south of the Thames. The result is that I do not trust anything else he tells me. Similarly, in an attempt to represent 18th century speech, he resorts to the unholy amalgam used in Hollywood historical movies, even using "OK", an expression not in use before 1839. I am nearly half way through, and the only piece of action (other than a couple of clumsy pornographic passages) is an unlikely encounter with a pair of imposters on the Portsmouth road, so I am not even entertained. Please, if you enjoy historical seafaring books, read Patrick O'Brian, read C.S.Forester, read Alexander Kent (Douglas Reeman), or even Marcus Palliser, Jonathan Lunn or Dan Parkinson, but spread all plain sail and run before the wind if Dewey Lambdin should appear on the weather horizon.