After
a low-key departure...
arrival at the first
port of call includes a visit to a waterfront bar, with the predictable
debacle leading to a drunken, long after midnight arse-over-tip
immersion in a filthy part of the harbour. Floundering about in
a scum of waste oil, raw sewage, and not so occasional knotted off
condoms, And that isn't the end of it; later in the yarn it becomes
necessary to give credit where credit is due to a well versed, even
if rather too talkative, Liverpool, Lime Street whore. But the narrative
offers far more than these embarrassing interludes. This voyage,
to what turns out to be an unusual part of Davy Jones's kingdom,
provides a well-taken opportunity to appreciate and record the alluring
beauty, majesty and the undoubted cruelty of the sea, set out as
full blooded seafaring adventure.