Welcome to a brand new episode of 'Late night show with Books'. Crichton knew this book was due for a major rewrite - but his publishers knew the Crichton name would only sell for a short time longer. Hunter collecting on his debts near the finale.Ī lot is thrown into the mix: Privateers! Galleons! Cannibals! Saucy wenches! Even a pointless encounter with a sea monster! But forcing your readers to eat everything on the pirate buffet doesn't make for a good meal. Several parts of the story read as if they were first drafts - the prefunctory description of the sword battle between the hero and his nemesis - or the bland recitation of Cpt.
I'm sure it was great fun to write, but Crichton's attempt to inject research into worn out pirate clichés falls far short of a good story. Written in 2006 and published only after being digitally pried from the late author's cold, dead computer - Pirate Latitudes comes across as a vanity project never intended to see the light of day. You have to think Michael Crichton's ghost is mouthing those words. Pirate Latitudes is Michael Crichton at his best: a rollicking adventure tale pulsing with relentless action, crackling atmosphere, and heart-pounding suspense."If only I'd have encrypted my hard drive." The raid is as perilous as the bloodiest tales of island legend, and Hunter will lose more than one man before he even sets foot on foreign shores, where dense jungle and the firepower of Spanish infantry stand between him and the treasure. With backing from a powerful ally, Hunter assembles a crew of ruffians to infiltrate the enemy outpost and commandeer El Trinidad, along with its fortune in Spanish gold. Heavily fortified, the impregnable harbor is guarded by the bloodthirsty Cazalla, a favorite commander of the Spanish king himself. Word in port is that the galleon El Trinidad, fresh from New Spain, is awaiting repairs in a nearby harbor.
For Captain Charles Hunter, gold in Spanish hands is gold for the taking, and the law of the land rests with those ruthless enough to make it. In this steamy climate there's a living to be made, a living that can end swiftly by disease - by dagger. Port Royal, its capital, is a cutthroat town of taverns, grog shops, and bawdy houses. A remote colony of the English Crown, the island of Jamaica holds out against the vast supremacy of the Spanish empire.
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