My British Empire

Thanks to the rediscovery of the Strait of Magellan, Drake's prestige instantly increased to the peak, and the sailors' trust in the captain also increased day by day.

However, when Drake said that he would set off from the southern tip of Tierra del Fuego to continue to explore this unknown sea area, everyone was shocked, even the trusted first officer hastily sighed in disbelief.

But when this order was transmitted to another ship, Patton was taken aback immediately. He, who never persuaded him to give up searching for the Strait of Magellan, couldn't wait to board the "Pacific" at this time, and asked angrily:

"My lord captain, do you know what the choice you are about to make really means?"

Barton asked with a straight face, word by word, his eyes frightened with cannibalism.

"Of course, my Mr. Button, I am very sober at this moment, and I am fully aware of the decision I am about to make!"

Drake didn't frighten him at all, his eyes widened, staring into his eyes, and he said seriously and loudly.

The two looked at each other like this, the sea wind blowing their rough and dirty long hair, for a while, the boat was quiet.

"Francis Drake, I hope this is your last irrational decision and the last time for all of us to tolerate you!"

In the end, Barton closed his eyes, lost the wind, and said lonely.

While staring at this personal assistant for a long time, Derek was not moved at all, with a calm and composed expression.

Hearing Barton's dejected words, he finally showed a happy smile.

"Good luck! Captain Patton!" Drake shouted at him as he watched Patton return to his ship.

"Good luck to you too, bold Captain Drake!" Barton didn't look back, just raised his right hand, waved it casually, and said in a casual tone.

In this way, Drake turned around with a full face, and shouted loudly at the wait-and-see first mate and sailors:

"What are you looking at, not doing anything? Turn the rudder to the south and move forward at a constant speed!"

"Hey! I thought there was going to be a good show, but who knew that Captain Barton was the one who was scared!"

"I've known for a long time that the captain will win, who doesn't know the name of the brave Drake!"

"Hahahaha, I won this time, I'm sorry everyone! God bless you!"

Hearing this, Drake felt a black line on his forehead. He never thought that he had become someone else's bet.

Thinking of this, his yelling became more and more serious.

"It seems that you are taking it too easy. Who wants to clean the deck again?"

As soon as these words came out, the crew immediately dispersed, like ice and snow meeting the sun, without a trace.

Among the three ships, the two of Barton and Drake decided to continue, while the remaining one supported by the Hawkins family naturally chose to submit helplessly.

As they sailed south, Tierra del Fuego gradually disappeared from their eyes, and the weather became colder and colder. From time to time, icebergs could be seen floating by, which shocked everyone into a cold sweat.

"My God, so many icebergs, hit one and we're all done!"

The first mate put on a shabby sheepskin jacket, gasped, and said in surprise, his face turned paler and paler.

"Yes! The weather is getting colder, icebergs are appearing more and more frequently, and the sea conditions are becoming more and more dangerous!" Derek replied, looking at the undulating sea ahead.

"It seems that we really can't find the legendary Southern Continent, and it's getting more and more dangerous!" The first officer frowned and tried to persuade him.

"Since the conditions do not permit, let's forget about it!" Drake felt the increasingly strong westerly wind, and the sails were bulging and making noise, so he turned his head and smiled at the worried first mate said.

"Go directly through this indescribably wide strait! I wonder if it can reach the west coast!"

The first mate, who was a little happy at first, turned bitter again.

"Hahaha!" Derek didn't feel sad at all, but laughed heartily.

Then, the three ships changed direction and started heading west. The strong westerly wind saved them a lot of energy.

However, along the way, there were many disasters and disasters. Hurricanes were commonplace, and they passed by ships from time to time. If you don't pay attention, the ship may be destroyed.

What's more, the huge waves made people look pale even more. The waves as high as dozens of feet, once photographed, the ship fell apart not far away.

Drake, who was still beating drums in his heart, was still a little hesitant about moving on, when a major event happened, he immediately decided to turn around and go back.

Captain Patton is dead.

Captain Patton, the 300-ton merchant ship he was driving, and more than 80 sailors on board were swept to the bottom of the sea along with huge waves.

Feeling the drops of water on his mouth, tasting the sea water that was saltier than the Atlantic Ocean, leaning on the railing, Drake closed his eyes, his clothes were wet, and his heart was full of bitterness.

He couldn't forget that Barton had worked so hard to support him for so many years and assisted him to complete mission after mission.

I remember that before this mission, Barton told him that he wanted to go back to his hometown and buy dozens of acres of land with his wife and son.

Moreover, he also imagined that he would send his son to study and take an official exam in the future, so that future generations would become high-ranking figures.

The bitterness of the sea water, whether it is taste or heart, Drake can no longer figure it out!

"Captain—" the first officer looked at the expressionless Drake, and hesitated to speak.

"It's okay! I'm okay. Let's go back and turn the rudder back. This strait will definitely lead to the west coast!" Drake wiped his face, took a breath, and said calmly on the surface.

"Okay!" The first mate was taken aback for a moment, then nodded blankly.

As the direction of the ship changed, all the sailors also showed smiles and cheers were endless.

And Drake didn't care about the actions of the sailors, but he still looked at the sea and didn't say a word.

After going through untold hardships, with more than 200 people on two ships, more than a month passed, and after avoiding malicious merchant ships one after another, Drake and others finally returned to Plymouth Harbor.

This time, although they left quietly, when they returned, the news that they had found a new route had already spread throughout the port.

On the docks of the port, thousands of people joyfully welcomed them, the great heroes of England.

The city hall prepared a medal for Drake, and held a grand banquet. The famous noble officials in Devon County all came to attend, and it was extremely lively.

After attending the banquet, Drake came to the Hawkins family mansion with a smell of alcohol all over his body.

"Drake, my cousin, you really brought me a big surprise!" John Hawkins hugged him warmly, and then said happily.

"Barton Strait, that new route is called Barton Strait!" Drake stated with a serious face.