I find that when it comes to me and books, it doesn't matter who says what, or does what, or who acts a certain way, it matters that I am having a good time reading it. And I had a good time. The women are kept away from the dead bodies, good, I want to be on the side of ship that doesn't have dead bodies on it. We can't even see the bloody axe. Again, good I have no desire to see a bloody axe.
In our story we have Ralph Leslie, who has spent all the money he has attending college to become a doctor, now he is a doctor, one with seven dollars left. And he is just getting out of hospital after spending quite a bit of time there with a bout of typhoid. While he was recovering he spent a lot of time looking out the window watched a refit of Marshall Turner's schooner-turned-yacht, the Ella. For some odd reason this fills him with an intense longing for the sea and he takes a job aboard her as soon as he is discharged. His job seems fairly easy, he washes the deck, brings drinks to the ladies, stuff like that until one August night when one of the ship's officers disappears overboard. That's only the beginning of this trip to hell and back. Remember, there is a bloody axe coming up sometime. And there's a dead body, lots of dead bodies. It's good they finally made it back to shore or there wouldn't have been anyone left to figure out what happened.
It's odd, when they leave for their trip there is a captain, and a first officer, and a second officer, and when it returns, Leslie, the guy who was washing decks and handing out drinks while still recovering from a long illness, is in command. Then there is the white "shape" people keep seeing. Is the Ella haunted? Anyone who didn't believe that when they started the trip believe it by the time they return. It's scary to think that whoever it is going around cutting people up with an axe has to be one of the few people on the ship with you. Unless it's the disappearing white shape that is.
The book was based on the real life events aboard the ship called the Herbert Fuller. In July 1896, the Herbert Fuller put to sea from Boston with 11 people on board. The ship was loaded with lumber, boards stacked high upon its deck.
Her next stop was Rosario, Argentina – only it wasn’t. After just 18 days at sea, the Herbert Fuller turned up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, carrying only eight as she sailed into the harbor flying a black distress flag.
The ship’s jolly boat trailed behind with three murdered corpses. Just nine days into her voyage, the Herbert Fuller had turned into a slaughter house. Someone had taken an ax to the captain, Charles Nash, and his wife Laura, of Harrington, Maine. The second mate, August Blomberg, a Russian sailor, had also been killed with the ax.
All three had been murdered on the night of July 13-14, and the remaining crew had decided to put into Halifax – some 750 miles away – as the closest port available. They spent a harrowing seven nights at sea trying to keep an eye out for their safety and suspiciously watching their fellow passengers.
And along came Mary Roberts Rinehart and turned the real events into The After House. Good job.