For twenty years or more had dreamed of a sailing voyage. Now, suddenly, I was forty. It was then or never."" So says Texas country boy Will Corry as he takes his three-year-old daughter Briewfn (pronounced ""Bree-A-win"") and their pooch Aquarius to sea in a 30-foot cutter and sets forth for the Marquesas. Actually he's going from Los Angeles through the Canal to the Caribbean but they never make it out of the Pacific. What they do make it into is a lot of bad weather--and some spectacular sunrises and sunsets. Along the way they meet many pleasant casuals of the islands. Corry spends days and nights without sleep. They have visitors such as Albert J. Tross (an albatross) and a whale that sticks with them overnight. Briewfn is remarkably self-sufficient; on shore visits she latches onto native mothers to take her 'in as long as the ship is hove to for repairs. Aquarius, after getting underfoot for months (and relieving himself on deck), is run over by a car the first time he goes ashore--but survives! The trip continues down to Australia where Corry takes on a lady named Sally whose perpetual hysteria is more trouble then she's worth. It's an ordinary sort of trip with no records broken and nothing unusual undertaken, just a guy busting loose with his daughter (he's separated from his wife). If you dig tropical nights on the islands, long weeks alone at sea, and the disasters of sail and rigging during a storm, this is your book. You can't knock freedom!