The trials and tribulations of drug smugglers don't usually include chronic sea-sickness or a large pink-suited shell-fish, but only incompetents would use a Florida gambling ship, packed full of assorted pensioners on the run from their Rest Home, musicians who have failed so thoroughly, their only inspiration is the next roach, and waitresses who would rather be anywhere than here.
Add in compulsive fruit machine players, a cook who doesn't, and a tropical storm, and the scene is set for another breathless chase through a plot with so many pieces attached, it's like the storm itself. Only funnier. Much much funnier, and even rather rude in places. Comes with a bad language warning in the preface, and a few final pages that tie up all the odd ends from the plot. Wonderful!