Don’t expect character arcs, unresolved sexual tension or Chekov’s Gun, but do expect spine tingling accounts from the last great fleet of square-rigged sailing ships the world would ever see, and extraordinary imagery to match.

“In our next anchorage-the fjord-like Puerto Eugenia, a sheep farmer rowed out and made us a gift of a lamb. “I bring you fresh meet” he said in perfect English. At first we tethered it to the mast but that proved to be awkward while sailing so finally we lashed it to the stern pulpit. We did not know how to feed it and none of us had killed a sheep before.”