Publisher's Synopsis
"This destroyer game is no better than driving a taxi," Frank protested to Jack on the bridge that afternoon. You never see anything. I'd like to get ashore for a change. I've steamed sixty thousand miles since last May and what have I seen? Three ports, besides six days' leave in London." "You had plenty of time ashore before that," replied Jack. "Maybe I did. But I'd like to have some more. Besides, this isn't very exciting business." Night fell again, and still nothing had happened to break the quiet monotony of the trip. Lights of trawlers flashed up ahead.
