This book is the first in a series of sea novels set in the Napoleonic era, a well-mined segment of history. However, its twist is that the focus is on a captain of the Bengal Marines, an armed private naval force that the East India Company set in India. So instead of Royal Navy, its private business.
The captain himself is a sort of Hornblower type, although not as richly expressed. We're told that he has self doubt and uncertainty the way Hornblower did, but without it being shown or demonstrated in his decisions. In fact, most of this book is a lot of telling us about things instead of taking the time to show them.
All the wealth of Patrick O'Brian's dinner party scenes, all the depth of Forester's depiction of Hornblower as a man wracked with self doubt, self punishing, and even self loathing while giving the face of confidence and strength is missing. We get summaries of most events, with a few finishing thoughts by Captain Merewether.
Its pretty competently written otherwise, but the emotional impact, sense of immersion, characterization, and feeling of connection to any of the characters is robbed by them being a description and narration rather than a depiction. The action scenes are well done and plausible. The stories, this being a series of events and encounters without much tying it together other than Captain Merewether and the Rapid, are interesting because of the different setting and the culture of the East India company.
The problem is that there's never any feeling that things will turn out any way but with the Captain succeeding. He never genuinely feels in any real danger, and when a toe is dipped into threat, something makes sure its never really a problem.
Its not all bad, in fact, its mostly good. Its just not as good as it could or ought to have been. The potential here is enormous, and Meacham's grasp of culture and time is good. He does well with history and with how things were done at the time. The characters are mostly distinct, interesting, and often unpredictable.
Merewether himself is pretty unique in the annals of captains, although he seems to be a bit too much catnip, with every woman wanting him upon first glance despite the repeatedly described many physical damage he's taken over the years (broken nose, burnt sided of his face, etc). I am curious if later books are more experienced in writing and show more than they tell.