Make France Great Again

May 22, 1848.

Jerome Bonaparte, who had sailed on the sea for 6 days on a sailboat, could no longer bear the damp, moldy and foul-smelling environment in the cabin. He closed his book and got up and left the room.

Go forward along the cabin corridor until the end, the stairs connecting the cabin and the splint appear on the right side at the end of the corridor.

Jerome Bonaparte, holding a hard book in his left armpit, walked up the plywood step by step with the wooden handrail of the stairs.

On the plywood, the captain who was in charge of commanding and dispatching the crew saw Jerome Bonaparte, the "gold master", hurried to him and greeted him warmly: "Dear guest, do you have any needs?"

"Mr. Captain!" Jerome Bonaparte, feeling the sea breeze blowing on his face and listening to the sound of "popping" waves as the sea beat rhythmically on the right panel, swept away the haze that had accumulated in the cabin for a long time, and suddenly felt refreshed: "I would like to ask, when will we arrive at the port of Civitavecchia, I can't wait to experience the style of ancient Rome!"

After that, Jerome Bonaparte showed a smile of a libertine, whistled softly and added: "Of course there is also the tenderness of a Roman woman!"

well! Another dissolute nobleman!

The captain looked at the libertine Jerome Bonaparte with 70% envy mixed with 30% envy, and said with a regretful expression on his face: "Guest, you should have gone to Rome two months ago! Now Rome isn't much fun!"

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte asked puzzledly, "Why do you say that?"

"The busiest time in Rome is February 22 every year! The Roman Carnival starts on that day, and only at that time can you see the enthusiasm of Rome!" The captain swallowed a mouthful, showing a wretched smile on his face Dao: "Whenever the Roman Carnival begins, the residents of Rome wear masks and walk in the streets of Rome! Resentful boys and girls, hungry ladies will take action at that time, people like you It must be loved and squinted."

The captain's compliment did not make Jérôme Bonaparte happy, but instead made him doubtful.

"Huh? Didn't the war on the Apennine Peninsula start a long time ago? Why are they still in the mood to continue the carnival?" Jerome Bonaparte was puzzled.

"Guest!" The captain explained: "The progress of the war has nothing to do with Rome! Whoever comes to Rome must abide by the rules of Rome! Because His Majesty the Pope is in Rome!"

The captain's natural expression made Jerome Bonaparte realize the "power" of the Holy See again.

The 18th and 19th centuries were the last moments of the Holy See’s prestige in the secular world. The Pope, who has dual interpretation powers in the religious and secular worlds, had even higher prestige in Central Italy than Napoleon had in France, let alone outside the Papal States. The pious believers are even more eager to go to the holy land to listen to the teachings.

"However, the current Rome..." The captain hesitated for a moment, and reorganized his words: "It seems to be more fanatical than before! However, I think there should be no problem relying on the prestige of His Majesty the Pope!"

Speaking of which, the captain's momentum is obviously not enough, and the fanaticism of the revolution seems to have begun to conflict with the authority of the pope.

"Mr. Captain, I don't want to know what Rome will look like. I just want to know how long it will take us to reach the port of Civitavecchia!" Jerome Bonaparte asked again.

"Guests, we have crossed the Strait of Gibraltar! It is now the Mediterranean region! It is expected to arrive in Civitavecchia tomorrow! I hope you are not in a hurry!" the captain said quickly.

"That's good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded slightly, walked to the plywood bow and sat down to read the unfinished books.

The captain also continued to assign tasks to the crew.

it's getting dark,

Jerome Bonaparte looked at the setting sun that was about to fall to the horizon from the stern of the ship, he got up and sighed, and he wanted to return to the cabin with a stench.

Even though there were ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Jerome Bonaparte still moved his body step by step from the stairs at the plywood back to the room.

Not long after, a sailor knocked on the door of Jerome Bonaparte's room, and he handed a small piece of marinated pork knuckle, a few slices of slightly darkened bread and an orange to Jerome on a tray. In the hands of Jim Bonaparte.

This is Jerome Bonaparte's dinner.

"I wish you a pleasant meal! Sir!" The sailor closed the door respectfully and left.

Jerome Bonaparte enjoyed his last supper in bed with the help of a flickering kerosene lamp hanging overhead.

Chewing the unpalatable salt pork jerky, Jerome Bonaparte secretly vowed in his heart: he must prepare the food for boarding in advance before boarding the ship!

Jerome Bonaparte, who hastily finished his dinner, flipped through the books again, until the kerosene lamp ran out of oil, Jerome Bonaparte closed his eyes and rested.

At dawn the next day, the sailboat finally arrived at only three or four miles away from the port of Civitavecchia. The wind gradually decreased as the distance approached, and the sailboat was forced to drive slowly.

At 9:00 am, the sailboat broke down outside the port of Civitavecchia.

At half past nine, Jérôme Bonaparte was awakened from his dream by Captain Letty, and the two of them came to the plywood. Under the leadership of the sailors, Jérôme Bonaparte and Letty took a small boat to arrive in Chic. Land in the port of Vita Vecchia.

The moment his feet stepped into the land of the Papal State, Jerome Bonaparte felt a surge of pride and arrogance. He clenched his fists and shouted in his heart: "The Papal State, here I come!"

However, Jerome's journey was not over, he had to arrive in Rome. Since the war was limited to the direction of northern Italy, the Papal State still maintained a perfect post station. Jerome Bonaparte and Letty rented a carriage to Rome.

Perhaps due to the impact of the war in Apennines, there were only a few horse-drawn carriages on the originally endless post road. The carriage carrying the fourth-generation leader of the Bonaparte family galloped all the way on the spacious post road. Civitavecchia to Rome was nearly The 70-kilometer journey took less than 6 hours to reach the periphery of Rome.

Looking at the hills and the magnificent buildings on top of the hills that gradually emerged from the horizon, Jerome showed a joyful smile on his face.

"Your Highness, are we looking for a place to stay?" Captain Letty asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte responded without thinking.