Although born in obscurity, James Cook became the greatest combination of seaman, navigator and cartographer that the country had ever known. His three voyages around the world between 1768 and 1779 saw him explore the Pacific Ocean, chart the coasts of New Zealand, although missing the harbour that became Wellington, explore the eastern coast of Australia, although missing the harbour that became Sydney, explore the Great Barrier Reef, travel thousands of miles in an attempt to find the North West Passage, sail the coast of North America, navigate the Bering Strait and venture further south than any other man had ever done in his quest to prove, or otherwise, the existence of Alexander Dalrymple's contention that there was a Great Southern Continent. [MacLean suggests that missing those two later important harbours was probably due to the fact that he sailed past them in the dead of night.]
Once he had made his name known, he was gripped by a boundless passion for new horizons and all along the way he claimed territory for Great Britain and named, or even renamed, practically every place and promontory that he discovered, usually naming them after some important person or place in Great Britain; indeed he was the greatest namer of places in history.
On his travels he regularly visited Tahiti, where he was much loved and respected, indeed, he became a committed Tahitian. In addition he had a special connection with Hawaii where he was also held in great esteem. Sadly his end came there on 14 February 1799 at Kealakekua Bay when he took a landing party to sort out some relatively minor indiscretions by the natives, including stealing a canoe and some of the armourers tools. Ironically, he was later reported as saying by one of his crew on the eve of his death, 'I am afraid that these people will oblige me to use some violent measures: for they must not be left to imagine that they have gained an advantage over us.'
The following morning Cook and some armed marines went ashore, a fight broke out and Cook was killed. The man who had said, 'I, who had ambition not only to go further than anyone had done before, but as far as it was possible for man to go ...' was dead. He was buried at sea on 22 February as his ships, the Resolution and the Discovery made their way home, after once more investigating the Berring Strait and the Arctic with no more success than Cook had the previous summer.
Alastair MacLean has produced a fine, comprehensive, graphic and lively biography in his usual chatty and eminently readable style. It is without doubt as thrilling as many of his novels, of which I found the first I read, 'The Guns of Navarone', to be one of the finest.