I'd rather hit myself repeatedly in the groin than read this again. The style is dull, the plot unhinged, and the 'characters' just don't have any.
It runs like this: the ship gets magically transported to a random place with lots of aliens (in a ST-Voyager sort of way). A sequence of unconnected crises prove (repeatedly) that Captain Strider is the macho sort who'll always sacrifice a crewmember to save the ship.
Realising she's killed all her crew, Strider gives up space travel and takes up knitting (this doesn't actually happen, but it would be a vast improvement if it did). On no account buy this book. Don't buy it to see if it can really be as awful as I say it is, because you'll be drastically disappointed when you find I'm not exaggerating at all. Go and buy something else.
Go, scoot!
Mush!
HupHupHup! (try David Brin, Peter Hamilton, Neal Stephenson, Azimov, Clarke, Iain Banks).