Ever since the first of this series came out, with our lad bedding his half sister and getting caught in the proverbial act on page one, he's been called Alan Lurid in our household, and for good reason -- the earlier books were a real romp in misbehaviour, Royal Navy style. Alan boarded and vanquished at least as many young maidens -- and former-maidens -- as enemy ships in these earlier books and you could count on all sorts of action in every title. Then he hooked up with this Caroline character, married her, and his love life pretty much went to hell...kids, house payment, a vast estate to manage, crabby neighbors, and a wife who turned into something of a shrew just because she discovered he's had a few girls in a few ports -- what was she expecting? Well, along comes this latest book and I am hoping he'll recruit a new mistress or two, but no -- Lewrie flirts a bit with an actress in this story but her virtue (if any) remains as pure at the end (so to speak) as when he met her -- no bodices ripped, no panting orgies on this literary cruise. Caroline has him throughly intimidated and I almost expected him to go into counseling. But don't let me talk you out of reading this title -- it's still fun. And wouldn't the sailors of two hundred years ago smile if they could know that, here in the Twenty-First Century that we'd be fascinated with their lives and times?