A tale from Andre Norton's early spell writing historical fiction. This is the story of young Justin Blade, known as Scarface, though Blade is not his real surname. It's nice to read a Norton that doesn't involve fighting alien monsters in the claustrophobic depths of caves or tunnels. However, it has its fair share of blood-letting, torture and violence. It is very much a boys' story, in fact I only recall one female character, who appears for a page or two at the start: Liza, some sort of housekeeper to Captain Cheap, “an ill-tempered virago with no pretence to looks and no interest beyond her pans and the rum bottle.” Her only purpose in the plot seems to be to give Scarface his real first name, Justin. Justin the pirate – I would have stuck to Scarface.
The tale involves Justin unravelling his past to find his true origins and in the process having a rip-roaring, 'a-ha, me hearties' adventure on the turbulent waters of the Spanish Main, or rather the stormy waters around the Windward Islands and Barbados. The author does well not to have pirates that have cloned from Long John Silver, though Cheap, the pirate boss, can sound a little like Captain Hook at times. The whole story is straight forward and exciting enough for the young at heart. The mystery of Scarface's parentage is not that mysterious and, as with all Norton's young heroes, he has an almost unnatural resilience to fatigue – until the dreaded Coast Fever and Ghost Peter's narcotic 'cure' strikes him down. The introduction of the young and annoyingly arrogant Sir Francis Hynde, ten years old and with the foppish swagger of a strutting Beau Brummel, certainly livens things up when he is on the scene – and also calms things down as, being so young, he is unable to swashbuckle alongside Scarface.
There is something about the story's ending which suggests to me that the adult writer wanted to say more about Scarface's origins, but the image of the teenage reader pushed her ambition backwards. Scarface explains to Sir Robert Scarlett, the Governor of Barbados, that Captain Cheap was afraid of the sea and unable to swim, yet Scarlett, who knew Cheap in earlier days, insisted that the reverse was true. It's intriguing but nothing more comes of it. There seems to be a level of affection, the affection of friends, between Scarlett and Cheap which underlies the terrible crime that Cheap committed. Again little more is noted. Perhaps there was a story lying beneath that of Scarface in Norton's imagination, far more adult and dark, explicit and with far more depth, and not one to be told to teenage boys.