Ian Garrick-Mason

For Jack Tar, going to sea was the ultimate adventure

Storms, shipwreck and scurvy were generally in store for the 18th-century seaman, but that still beat the prospect of drudgery on land

‘Jack fights for the love of it, being a pugnacious kind of animal.’ J. Fairburn’s hand-coloured print of British sailors boarding an Algerian pirate ship, c. 1825 
issue 25 April 2020

Seafaring and the rule of the waves — as the song would have it — was an integral part of Britain’s sense of identity for centuries, a fire in the national imagination arguably first sparked by the exploits of Sir Francis Drake and the defeat of the Spanish Armada, rising to full flame with the Battle of Trafalgar and the expansion and consolidation of the Empire, and finally dwindling to embers as imperial ambitions failed and ownership of the seas passed to the United States. It’s a story often told, and known almost too well.

But this is not the story that the journalist-historian Stephen Taylor tells. Rather than taking seafaring and naval capabilities as a given, and then asking how these phenomena shaped Britain’s destiny, in Sons of the Waves Taylor looks instead at the common seaman and his officers during the 100-year zenith of the country’s sail-based power (roughly between 1740 and 1840), seeking to convey what such men were like, and what they experienced.

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