I had kinda hoped we’d learn more about the actual operation of the ship - which rope, sail, and mast is which, and how they work - and about the daily routine of the volunteer sailors. I assume they all have duties to perform. They seem to be more focused on teaching us about Cook and the historical perspective of the sailor’s life in the 18th century. Fair enough, it’s the History Channel.
And they have a limited amount of time in each episode. Not really enough time to get to meet 50 or so volunteers and crew. So far, all I remember are Melanie, the perky blonde from DC, who’s really seen only in the intro and the 9/11 stuff; Mickey, the colorful Royal Navy guy whose bridge, not tooth, comes out from the hardtack; Cole, the other colorful guy seen only at the beginning saying, “This ain’t no pleasure cruise, baby;” Iain the cranky historian who decides to leave with the aborigines; Cyril, the polite historian; Alan the gorgeous real (yacht?) sailor, hommina hommina hommina; the two botanists, sketching as fast as they can; the three navigators who are just having the TIME of their LIVES doing this; the cook who’s trying so hard to make everyone happy; and Claire the doctor. There are the two Maoris, one of whom is named Mario (spelling?) and who looks vaguely like the Rock (the Maoris didn’t leave the ship too, did they?), and Andrew the historian with the blood clot. Someone else got sick and was removed before him, and I’ve already forgotten who that was. Not to mention Chris, the captain, to whom we have not been introduced at all, and of whom we know nothing. The captain really should not be referred to by his first name, don’t you think?
But wow, that business of Claire trying to get medical advice from England on the satellite phone about Andrew’s suspected life-threatening blood clot at the same time as the crew are carefully, carefully trying to get the ship through the Great Barrier Reef - sailing into shallower waters - “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?” - razor-sharp reef inches from the hull - “Yes, I have a 32-year-old white male-” - “Two, six, HEAVE!” - “Hello, yes, I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” - “Two, six, HEAVE!” Yes, I was in fact on the edge of my seat. And good diagnosis, Doctor Claire! Way to go!
I’ve learned a lot so far, and the more I watch the more it becomes apparent to me that their experience is nothing like that of 18th century sailors, beginning with the presence of women and the absence of rum. Oh, well. I’m still enjoying it a lot.