Poor Jack
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Poor Jack is a novel written by Captain Frederick Marryat, first published in 1840. The story follows the life of a young boy named Jack who grows up in poverty in England during the 18th century. Jack's father is a sailor who is often away at sea, leaving Jack and his mother to struggle to make ends meet.Despite his difficult circumstances, Jack is a curious and adventurous boy who dreams of becoming a sailor like his father. When Jack's father dies at sea, Jack is determined to follow in his footsteps and sets out to join the navy.The novel follows Jack's journey as he navigates life as a sa...
Poor Jack is a novel written by Captain Frederick Marryat, first published in 1840. The story follows the life of a young boy named Jack who grows up in poverty in England during the 18th century. Jack's father is a sailor who is often away at sea, leaving Jack and his mother to struggle to make ends meet.Despite his difficult circumstances, Jack is a curious and adventurous boy who dreams of becoming a sailor like his father. When Jack's father dies at sea, Jack is determined to follow in his footsteps and sets out to join the navy.The novel follows Jack's journey as he navigates life as a sailor, facing challenges such as harsh living conditions, dangerous battles, and the strict hierarchy of the navy. Along the way, Jack forms close friendships with his fellow sailors and learns important lessons about loyalty, bravery, and perseverance.Despite the hardships he faces, Jack remains determined to succeed and make a better life for himself. Through his experiences, he gains a deeper understanding of the world around him and the importance of hard work and determination.Overall, Poor Jack is a compelling coming-of-age story that explores themes of poverty, perseverance, and the power of the human spirit.One scene between my mother and me may serve as a specimen for all. I would come home with my trousers tucked up, and my high-lows unlaced and full of water, sucking every time that I lifted up my leg, and marking the white sanded floor of the front room, as I proceeded through it to the back kitchen. My mother would come downstairs, and perceiving the marks I had left, would get angry, and as usual commence singing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
