It's 1786 and Alan Lewrie has his own ship at last, the Alacrity. Small but deadly, the Alacrity prowls the waters of the Caribbean, protecting British merchants from pirates. But Lewrie is still the same old rakehell he always was. Scandal sets tongues wagging in the Bahamas as the young captain...
A few years ago I "stumbled on" the Alan Lewrie books by Dewey Lambdin. Being a huge fan of the Hornblower books these caught my interest. I'd never been able to get into the Patrick O'Brian novels (though at some point I may try again) but these I found quite good...with one caveat. Some of you ...
So, second Alan Lewrie book I've read (back to back) this week. I like these books and wish I could give them a bit higher rating. I'm sure others will but for me every time Alan leaves his ship the story slows to a crawl.Alan has received his first command here and having received promotion to C...
It seems, judging from hints in this third volume, that Lewrie has managed to clear himself of the charges maliciously leveled by his erstwhile father, and gained a bit of glory for himself in the process. Lt. Kenyon returns to haunt him briefly, but Alan parries Kenyon’s attempts to get Alan int...
"The powder-packed thirteenth installment in a classic naval adventure series. " Captain Alan Lewrie, Royal Navy, is just discovering the truth of the old adage that "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!" After a bout of Yellow Fever decimated the crew of Lewrie's HMS "Proteus "in 1797, it had "seemed ...
a leadsman in the forechains shouted aft. “Five fathom t’this line!” “Close enough, I think, Mister Yelland?” Lewrie said to the Sailing Master. “Aye, sir,” Yelland agreed, sounding a tad eager to bring the ship no closer to the shore. But for a wee...
The Easy pendant was lowered, the outright whores and declared “temporary wives” were sent ashore in their jobbers’ bum-boats, and the frigate scoured with vinegar, then smoked with clumps of smouldering tobacco to cleanse her of smuts, odours, and shore bugs. The last fresh water was pumped aboa...
Cockerel: The Alan Lewrie Naval Adventures, #6 /**/ C H A P T E R 4 Now, he’ll not stand on much ceremony or formality, beyond a natural courtesy, d’ye see, sir,” Sir William Hamilton tutored on the short carriage ride from Palazzo Sessa. “The King of Naples is . . . uh . . . you’ve never been pr...
Last-minute rations had been fetched aboard, along with some sheep, pigs, and a bullock for supper on the eve of sailing, and for fresh meat for the first few days on-passage. The officers’ wardroom and Lewrie’s cabins had been re-stocked with the many needful things that would be unavailable or ...
Sapphire made her identification number to the flag, then hoisted Have Despatches, quickly answered by the flagship’s demand of Captain Repair On Board, and Lewrie was off in the 25-foot cutter as soon as his ship could come within rowing distance, with his boat crew in their Sunday Divisions bes...
Mollow and Cony were out ahead on the flanks, almost out of sight, while Lewrie and the ensign formed the central pair, within a long musket shot of each other. Alan was enjoying himself hugely as he picked a way through the underbrush wide and high enough for the led mare to follow. He had not b...