Another cracker from Glyn Williams! If you had ever thought that Patrick O'Brian maybe used poetic licence wih the sheer extremity of his stories, read this and think again.
Poor Commodore Anson is sent off on an extremely ill-thought out mission to make inroads on the Spanish South American settlements and capture the annual treasure ship, laden with implausible amounts of silver. His mission is thoughtfully leaked to the Spanish, his military forces consist of a bunch of unfortunate Chelsea pensioners (some over 70 years of age) and he barely has a full complement of crew, even after pressing hordes of starved countrymen (it was a bad winter that year too - but in those days that meant people starved). Of the 1600 men who set off, barely 400 return alive - the majority killed off by disease (notably scurvy for which no-one has yet discovered a cure, and which is treated with a random variety of remedies - some involving sulphuric acid). But against all the odds - wrecks, mutinies, broken masts, mislaid islands (no-one has yet discovered a reliable chronometer either!) his handful of half mad crew take the fabled "Prize of All the Oceans" (manned by 500 healthy Spaniards) and make their fortunes (that much the greater, given the smaller numbers alive to share in the prize...).
Admittedly this is a story which has much to recommend it even without good writing. But Williams brings to it an excellent communicative writing style (you can tell that he has learnt how to hold an unwilling audience and how to stop attention flagging through his teaching!) and the absolute wealth of knowledge which is actually necessary to bring the story fully alive - since he treats of a very different world in terms simply of dstance of time, and the rarefied nature of maritime adventures. He even manages to make the contortions of the Prize system clear and interesting - and that really is high praise.
A wonderful read - and hugely informative.