It sounded pretty kushti. Fifteen grand to collect some diamonds from Amsterdam for Boycie and Abdul - with just a couple of snags. There's some dodgy geezer called Van Cleef at the Dutch end, Chief Inspector Slater and his boys in blue back home and the small matter of a bloody great customs hall in the middle. So, when Del and Rodders accidentally end up in Hull, a brilliant idea enters the Trotter mind - why not sail across themselves? After all, Amsterdam "ain't all that far - in the right direction." Surely with an old sea dog like Uncle Albert at the helm it'll be plain sailing.