1924: The Dark Frigate (or, the most forgettable pirate story every written)


Laurinda’s Rating: 1/5

As Sally posted, the full title of the book reveals the entire plot of the novel. My version: Phillip Marsham gets the flu, loses his father, shoots some plates, falls in with pirates, falls out with pirates, and barely escapes the noose. Seriously. That’s basically it. Oh, and the tavern wench that “promised” she’d wait for him got married six months before he drags himself back to the English countryside. Phillip doesn’t even get the girl. The author, even using the same basic series of events, could have created a engaging/charming/funny novel. Instead, despite all the action, the plot plods along, leaving the reader not caring what happens to any of the characters. The author is so busy asserting that Phillip is a brave, upstanding, honorable lad that he fails to include any room for growth. ‘Cause, you know, a teenager that spends time with pirates and faces such moral dilemmas as presented in The Dark Frigate will come out exactly the same person who went to sea.

The language use is also odd. The author tries to replicate the feel of 17th century writing (I think. That or he’s just a bad writer). This results in a very stilted feel that, combined with the utter lack of character development, makes the book almost as torturous to read as the punishments meted out by the pirate captain in the book. However, should you be in the market for hilarious insults, this is the book for you! There are no end to creative pirate curse words. Everyone else, run away as if pirates were coming to kill you.


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