1840Indian rebirth

Veracruz.

This is the largest port on the east coast of Mexico. Last year, the Americans assembled tens of thousands of troops to attack here. It was one of the largest battles in the US-Mexican War, second only to the Battle of Mexico City.

However, when the horse whistle came here, the atmosphere of war had basically dissipated, or it had turned into politics and was continuing on the negotiation table.

Due to slow communications, the negotiations may last six months or even longer.

Naturally, people would not wait so long. In fact, life in Veracruz has generally returned to normal, so Luanfa could find merchant ships heading to Europe here.

port.

The endless sea water comes into view.

"Great Chief, that's the merchant ship I found." Luanfa pointed at a wooden sailboat anchored in the port. The ship was not big, but had a long and slender body and a sharp protruding bow tip, which made it look quite eye-catching.

This is... a clipper ship?

Ma Shao looked at the sailboat, a little unsure.

Clipper ships are a type of sailing ship that has only emerged in the past ten years. Although they are sailing ships, they are actually not inferior to steam ships, especially in terms of speed - steam ships in this era are not mature.

Of course, this ship is probably not a true clipper ship, but an improved sailboat designed to be close to a clipper ship.

After all, real clipper boats were only born in the United States a few years ago and are not yet popular enough.

Ranfa: "I heard that this kind of ship is very fast. It only takes less than a month from here to Liverpool, England."

"Let's go, let's take this boat." Ma Shao nodded, and then led everyone behind him to the sailboat.

The captain seemed to be a mixed-race man, in his thirties, with features of both white and yellow races. His hair and pupils were black, his skin was white, and his eye sockets were neither deep nor shallow.

"This is Captain Guzman."

"Hello, Apaches," Captain Guzman greeted, "Are you going to Liverpool?"

"Yes."

Guzman nodded, and then said: "Can I take the liberty to ask, what are you going to do in England?"

"Study." Ma Shao didn't explain much.

"It's really strange." Captain Guzman couldn't help but said that he had indeed never heard of such a thing. However, when he noticed that there were twenty or thirty teenagers in the Chipachi team, he felt that this might be true.

He shrugged: "Okay, you can do whatever you want in England, even if the British probably don't like you very much. I'm only responsible for collecting money and running things. There are about fifty of you. Are you ready with the money for the boat tickets?"

"How much?"

"The price of the ticket is six pounds and fifteen pence, each person." Captain Guzman added, "I was given five hundred silver dollars as a deposit indiscriminately, so you will probably have to pay another two hundred pounds."

At this time, one pound was equivalent to about five dollars, and six pounds and fifteen pence was about thirty dollars.

The horse whistle took out some US dollar gold coins, counted them, and handed them to the captain: "Are these enough?"

"The difference is five dollars... But forget it, you can get on the ship." Captain Guzman weighed the gold coin bag and smiled.

The war had just ended and business was not very prosperous. He seemed to be in a good mood with more than fifty passengers arriving at one time.

"When will we leave?"

"In two days." Captain Guzman added, "Northerners, I hope none of you are seasick."

seasick?

The horse whistle didn't take it to heart.

Although he has never been on a boat in this life, he did in his previous life and did not suffer from seasickness.

Moreover, although the Apaches were not acquainted with water, they were proficient in horsemanship and could withstand the bumps on their horses' backs, so seasickness was nothing to worry about.

Three days later.

"Ugh... vomit..." Ma Shao was lying on the side of the boat, vomiting, his face pale.

Although there was already gastric juice left in his stomach, he still vomited from time to time.

He was seasick, very seriously.

Ma Shao must now admit that seasickness and motion sickness may be a matter of metaphysics.

In his previous life, he was a fat man and neither car-sick nor sea-sick.

Now he is nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighs more than 100 kilograms - and he is not fat. His huge weight mainly comes from his steel-like sinews. He can ride the strongest horse and draw the strongest bow, but

I got severely seasick.

For this reason, Ma Shao had not eaten or slept all day and night.

If this state of affairs continued, he felt that he might die on the Atlantic Ocean...

The horse whistle was lying on the side of the ship, looking at the blue ocean in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

"This is normal. Many people get seasick for the first time on a ship." Captain Guzman came over and looked at the feathers on the horse's whistle. "It's common for even the bravest warriors to get seasick."

The horse whistle said nothing.

Guzman asked again: "You are the chief, why do you only have nine feathers on your head?"

Ma Shao: "Is there any necessary relationship between the two?"

Guzman: "As far as I know, many chiefs will wear a war crown with dozens or even hundreds of feathers on it, symbolizing the enemies they have defeated... Of course, I only lived in an Indian village when I was a child.

, I don’t know much about this either.”

Ma Shao slowly said: "Indeed, but the vast majority of them have war crowns because they have the power to issue feathers, not because they have really accomplished so many meritorious deeds."

Guzman was silent for a moment: "So, these nine feathers on your head mean that you have indeed killed nine enemies?"

"At least nine." Ma Shao said.

"It's amazing."

The chat paused for a while, and Guzman smoked a cigar.

Until Ma Shao suddenly said: "How much does it cost to buy a boat like yours?"

"First of all, it depends on where you buy it." Guzman puffed. "If you buy a ship like this from a British shipyard, it may cost eight thousand pounds. It is cheaper in the United States. What, do you want to buy it?

Boat?"

"Just asking, vomit..." Ma Shao vomited a few more times.

Fortunately, although he was severely seasick, he adapted quickly. After only three or four days, he basically stopped feeling dizzy. After a week, he was fully adapted and could eat and rest normally.

After nearly a month of sailing, on one day in May, the sailing ship crossed the Atlantic Ocean, from the Gulf of Mexico to the Irish Sea, and saw the coastline of Great Britain.

"Liverpool is here!"

The noise outside gradually grew, and there was no doubt that they had arrived at a bustling port.

Ma Shao put down his paper and pen, walked out of the room, and looked at the port where the sailboat was sailing.

"Liverpool..."

There is no doubt that as a world-class port, Liverpool was a truly large city. Even by the standards of later generations, this city with a population of 300,000 and thousands of ships passing through each year was not considered shabby.

"We've arrived in England. It's time for us to disembark." When the sailboat docked, the horse whistler and his party got off one after another and set foot on British soil.