A captain's daughter loves a foremast hand, but is herself sought in marriage by the First Lord of the Admiralty, ascendant to that rank through convenient incompetence. Will the lass who loves a sailor marry below her station? Or is not all as it appears? In Gilbert and Sullivan's timeless operetta, one thing is certain: Love levels all ranks.
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