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Captain Jack Aubrey sets sail for the South China Sea with a new lease on life. Following his dismissal from the Royal Navy (a false accusation), he has earned reinstatement through his daring exploits as a privateer, brilliantly chronicled in The Letter of Marque. Now he is to shepherd Stephen Maturin—his friend, ship's surgeon, and sometimes intelligence agent—on a diplomatic mission to prevent links between Bonaparte and the Malay princes which would put English merchant shipping at risk.
The journey of the Diane encompasses a great and satisfying diversity of adventures. Maturin climbs the Thousand Steps of the sacred crater of the orangutans; a killer typhoon catches Aubrey and his crew trying to work the Diane off a reef; and in the barbaric court of Pulo Prabang a classic duel of intelligence agents unfolds: the French envoys, well entrenched in the Sultan's good graces, against the savage cunning of Stephen Maturin.
367 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1989

'Bears I have borne, sir, and badgers...' said Mrs. Broad, her arms folded over a formal black silk dress.
'It was only a very small bear,' said Stephen, 'and long ago.' (p. 112)
'What do you know about the last American war?'
'Not very much, sir, except that the French and Spaniards joined in and were finely served out for doing so.'
'Very true. Do you know how it began?'
'Yes, sir. It was about tea, which they did not choose to pay duty on. They called out No reproduction without copulation and tossed it into Boston harbour.'
Jack frowned, considered, and said, 'Well, in any event they accomplished little or nothing at sea, that bout.' He passed on to the necessary allowance for dip and refraction to be made in working lunars, matters with which he was deeply familiar; but as he tuned his fiddle that evening he said, 'Stephen, what was the Americans' cry in 1775?'
'No representation, no taxation.'
'Nothing about copulation?'
'Nothing at all. At that period the mass of Americans were in favour of copulation.'
'So it could not have been No reproduction without copulation?'
'Why, my dear, that is the old natural philosopher's watchword, as old as Aristotle, and quite erroneous. Do but consider how the hydra and her kind multiply without any sexual commerce of any sort. Leeuenhoek proved it long ago, but still the more obstinate repeat the cry, like so many parrots.'
'Well, be damned to taxation, in any case. Shall we attack the andante?'
Quite early in the morning Captain Aubrey stood tall and shadowy by Stephen’s cot. “Are you awake?” he asked in a soft voice.
“I am not,” said Stephen.
“We are going ashore in the new pinnace, and I thought you might like to come too. There may be a whole colony of nondescript boobies.”
“So there may - how truly kind - I shall be with you in a minute.”
