A seemingly more faithful than successful account of a youngster's crossing from Hamilton, Bermuda, to England in 1942 when the Nazy U-Boats contributed, to the precariousness of any passage. Against a counterpoint of visual sound effects (""Ftzzzzowmmm"") and the Coos and Cors of the crew, the story is told through the eyes--often looking backwards to the security of his home--of young James who was sent away because of certain juvenile misdemeanors. He has spasms of dreadful homesickness and seasickness; he also seems to have a good deal of trouble with other natural functions which distract the reader much as they must have disturbed him. And the book ends with a crashingly turbulent night before they reach their destination. One summons up a certain gratitude-no more, no less, and only very questionably the identification with childhood, any childhood, which the author intended.