Riding as a passenger on a ship sailed by a madman, McCutchan's WW II Royal Naval hero Donald Cameron returns (Cameron's Commitment, etc.)--this time to face the worst the North Atlantic can offer in the way of weather and warfare. It should be something of a pleasure cruise since Lieutenant Commander Cameron is more or less off duty. He and his crew have caught a ride from England to Norfolk, Virginia, in an out-of-action aircraft carrier. The sailing, however, is far from smooth. The captain of His Majesty's carrier Charger appears to believe he has a pipeline to the divinity. Divinely guided, Captain Mason-Goodson feels free to ram the U-boat that attacks them in their first days out and then to steam off the ordered track to effect a rescue of persons unknown from a wreck no one else has heard of. Oddly enough, there's a lifeboat to be found but only one survivor, and the diversion has placed Charger in the path of a killer storm. Disregarding the advice of his inferiors, Mason-Goodson listens only to God and fails to notice that the monster storm has not only crippled the ship's steering but is about to rip the bridge from the flight deck of the hastily welded ship. Fortunately for the crew, injuries incapacitate the madman and Donald Cameron is able to step in and run things. But there is, alas, little left to run since the steering can't be fixed until the storm eases off. Charger is at the mercy of the waves--but when the winds at last die down, and Cameron is able to enlist some help from a couple of healthier ships, Captain Mason-Goodson rises from his sickbed, the crew starts to discuss mutiny, and Nazi torpedo bombers take to the air. All business. Very British. Quite good.