1799 later in the year... London... " Your personal life...such as it is..." Twigg scoffed on, with a leery roll of his eyes, "has no bearing on your public life, or your service to the Navy. Unless you were a drunkard, a rapist, or a brute so heedless and flagrant as to become a public spectacle, and a newspaper sensation. Thankfully you are rather a mild sort of sinner. You know how to keep your "itches" scratched with little notice. "Sub Rosa", as it were. As an English gentleman should, or he ceases being a gentleman, and then you'd derserve ev'ry bit of your come-uppance"........"Put me in mind of the Scot poet Robert Burns, you do, Lewrie," Twigg said with a thin-lipped smile and simper. "know of him, Hey?" "Aye" Lewrie allowed himself to admit. "Burns said of himself that he was ah...." a professional fornicator with a genius for paternity" Twigg quoted with a chuckle... Ah...hum... Lewrie said clearing his throat with a fist against his mouth. Despite that Burns wrote marvellous songs and poems, " Twigg allowed - thawing a little. "Despite your shortcomings, you are an invaluable asset to the Navy, and the Crown, Lewrie , and I'll not let you get "scragged' over this... Well once again our hero has retired Spymaster Twigg take an interest in him... Lewrie crosses paths with Historical figures who wish to end slavery... and a sea going circus... with a beautiful acrobat...his wife... has a little bit of a thaw for him... and some French Covettes wish to blow him and his convoy up... once again some orginal plotting and story line... some historical facts woven in and a fun read. ( )