And then halfway through I was all, Doo dee doo, let’s just look at the back flap since we’re here and hey, the Bountywas a real ship and there was a real mutiny on it. Historical fiction, y’all. Learn while you read.
So let us learn. John Jacob Turnstile is an Oliver-Twist-style boy-thief, except in this version of OT, Fagin is also running a boy-brothel. And instead of being adopted by a benevolent benefactor, this Oliver (so, John Jacob) is caught thieving and given the option of going to jail for a year or replacing the captain’s boy on the Bounty. Obviously, he chooses jail and the rest of the book is blank pages.
Ha ha, no. You are too smart for me, liebchens. He boards the Bounty, and has never been asea before so many embarassingly hilarious episodes ensue. But he’s a resourceful lad, our John Jacob, and soon finds his sea legs and the Bounty hearkens forth to Tahiti to gather some breadfruit trees (which they are to drop off at the West Indies on their way back to England as cheap, nourishing food for slaves. Cautionary Whale: there is imperialism.). There are storms and rations and disagreements that come to fisticuffs and it’s exactly what you’d expect from a sailing adventure.
And then *spoiler* there is a mutiny. And even though you see it coming, you’re still all H’nooooooooooo! *shakes fist, rends garments* because (in this version, anyways. There are, historically, others) Captain Bligh goes far out of his way to create a harmonious atmosphere aboard ship and it backfires so badly, and some of the mutinous sailors are such scutty douches. So.
Here be adventures, guys. Here be good times and surprising suspenseful bits and unexpected readability.