The ship was a seam-splitting, creaking, leaking, stinking barge.
It would get by.
The captain was a fat, foul-mouthed, drunken bum.
The crew was cutthroat, cunning, and crooked.
It did its work.
And the one female passenger was young, lovely, and willing. But she was a lighted torch to the inflamed passions of 19 men - and when she was bored with lusting, she turned her devil’s mind to the biggest thrill of her life . . .
She put a match to the cargo: 129,000 tons of high explosive oil.