| Introduction: | |
| Chapter One: | Childhood ‘…the noble boy…’ (1852-1865) |
| Chapter Two: | The Training Ship (1866-1867) ‘I wish someone would kick up a row about it…’ |
| Chapter Three: | Junior Middy (1867-1870) ‘I hope just to manage…’ |
| Chapter Four: | Senior Midshipman (1870-1873) ‘…that damned b-t-l.’ |
| Chapter Five: | Sub Lieutenant to Lieutenant (1872-1875) ‘I would as lief jump overboard…’ |
| Chapter Six: | Second Lieutenant (1875-1880) ‘…loafing about holds and orlops…’ |
| Chapter Seven: | First Lieutenant (1880-1883) ‘I am uncommonly sorry to part with them…’ |
| Chapter Eight: | Voluntary Courses, Torpedo Training and Gunnery (1883) ‘I do not think much of them…’ |
| Chapter Nine: | Lieutenant and Commanding Officer (1883-1887) ‘Hoisted my pendant, what a rum thing to do!’ |
| Chapter Ten: | Commander (1888-1895) ‘Come as soon as you can, we are in a mighty tight place…’ |
| Chapter Eleven: | Captain (1895-1906) ‘I consider your advance for Mwhele…most ill advised…’ |
| Chapter Twelve: | New Navy Captain (1901-1906) ‘… wants practice handling ship and fleet…’ |
| Chapter Thirteen: | From Admiral to Captain (1914-1917) Auxiliary Patrol |
| Chapter Fourteen: | Captain of a Q Ship – August 1916 to September 1917 ‘… at last we get one…’ |
| Chapter Fifteen: | Convoy Admiral – December 1917 to June 1918 ‘…not a bad record considering what brutes they are…’ |
| Chapter Sixteen: | Retirement ‘A Truly Grand Old Man’ |
| Epilogue: | Admiral Dugout |
