People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

Norrington stood on the bow of the Dauntless, looking down at the soldiers busy on the deck.

The adjutant beside him was holding the record in his hand and kept reporting.

"The cruise route this time is expected to start from Port Royal, go around the Pedro Islands, and reach the Mona Strait, where Mr. Tang will enter the Atlantic Ocean, and then we will return."

"If you need to stop for supplies in the middle, Port Morant will be a good choice."

"The artillery shells carried on the ship are enough to cope with two to three low-intensity encounters. Of course, I don't think any pirates will dare to attack the Intrepid."

Norrington waved his hand irritably: "Don't worry about pirates. If you encounter them, they will be unlucky. If you don't encounter them, there is no need to waste time."

"How long is this cruise expected to take?"

"According to the normal speed, two to three months." The adjutant said: "But considering that the merchant ship is much slower than the Intrepid, let alone the Interceptor, it is expected to take three to four months."

Norrington frowned: "Four months? It's too long."

It's not that he has never experienced such a long time sailing. Even in the sailing industry, it is too common to stay for several months. However, he really doesn't want to waste such a long time for an Easterner.

Especially, on this day when he should have embraced the beauty, not only did he not express his feelings to Elizabeth, he even had to set sail and be separated from Elizabeth for such a long time.

Damn it, if my future father-in-law, Governor Swann, wants money, I have so many ways to make him richer, so why should I indulge that Easterner?

"The cruise time needs to be shortened." Norrington said: "I think there is no need to go as far away as the Mona Strait. I think Motland is enough."

"Brigadier General, the Governor emphasized the need to allow Mr. Tang to leave the Caribbean safely."

"Captain, I need to remind you that we are cruising, not escorting. What the Easterners do has nothing to do with us." Norrington said coldly: "I respect Mr. Swan's opinion on the cruising route, but when it comes to sea, My orders are the standard.”

"Okay, Commodore." The adjutant lowered his head and continued to report: "According to the arrangement, the Interceptor will be at the front of the fleet, with Colonel Arnold still as the captain, Mr. Tang's ship will be in the middle, and the Dauntless will be at the end. This makes it easier to manage and protect, and it also makes it easier for us to cruise.”

"No, he should follow the Intrepid." Norrington said: "I don't want to see a private ship blocking the Interceptor's view every day."

"If pirates appear in the rear, we may not be able to stop them in time." The adjutant looked at Norrington's face mid-sentence and stopped in time: "As you command."

"It's almost time, let's set sail." Norrington waved his hand: "Let the soldiers go to their posts. The tricks played by the Oriental are almost killing the soldiers' fighting spirit. Tell them not to think that the royal family's salary is so good. Leader, I don’t want to see any laziness happen, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.”

The anchor was slowly winched by several strong soldiers. The sails of the Interceptor and Intrepid were spread out and swollen by the sea wind, breaking through the water and sailing out of the semicircular Port Royal harbor.

Norrington didn't bother to see if the Oriental ship had followed. He walked directly through the deck into the captain's cabin, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and tried to calm down his irritable mood.

"Just think of it as a way to accumulate seniority. A captain who is willing to go on a cruise on the day of the promotion ceremony will be more likely to receive the next promotion."

Norrington drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and the unique smell of kerosene from the whiskey burst into his mouth.

"Elizabeth, wait for me for a few more months."

Dong dong dong——

There was a knock on the door, and Norrington put down his glass dissatisfiedly and shouted: "Adjutant, I don't think there is anything that requires you to disturb me now."

"Commodore, something unexpected happened." The adjutant's voice came through the door: "There seems to be something wrong with Mr. Tang's fleet."

"You don't need to disturb me about the affairs of the Orientals." Norrington poured himself another glass of wine and said dissatisfied: "I have emphasized this repeatedly, Adjutant!"

"We are on a normal cruise this time. There is no need to pay attention to the affairs of the Orientals."

"But -" the adjutant hesitated, and finally could only answer: "Yes, Brigadier."

Hearing the adjutant's footsteps leaving, Norrington drank the wine in his glass with dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Tang, in just a few days, even the officers began to favor this Oriental. If he is allowed to stay in Port Royal for a few more days, I am afraid that no one will be willing to make achievements on the sea and just want to hang around the Oriental. There are only Oriental gold coins in his eyes."

The waves rocked the boat, so he simply stopped thinking about these troublesome things and studied the charts while drinking.

It was dusk in the blink of an eye, and the soldiers began to change shifts for meals. Norrington finally stretched out, opened the door of the captain's cabin, and walked to the stern of the ship to enjoy the breeze.

The setting sun turned the sea surface into a golden color. The sea surface where the Dauntless passed by was sparkling, like thousands of golden fish leaping out of the sea. Looking into the distance along the water light, densely packed ships covered the sea level.

"Um?"

Norrington rubbed his eyes.

"Did you drink too much and hallucinate?" He looked back again in disbelief.

Merchant ships of all sizes spread out their sails dyed golden, like a fleet, following the Dauntless unhurriedly.

"Adjutant!" Norrington shouted, "What's going on?"

"Commodore—" the adjutant hurriedly ran from the deck, puzzled: "What's going on?"

"Why are there so many ships following behind?"

"Oh, that's Mr. Tang's fleet." The adjutant said matter-of-factly: "I didn't expect that Mr. Tang actually bought all the ships in Port Royal. Gee, I thought he would only take away one ship of lucky ones. , is his wealth endless?"

"Is it just a matter of money?" Norrington slapped the guardrail of the deck heavily: "Why didn't you inform me? Fleet? Does an Easterner deserve to have a fleet? Or even follow the Royal Navy openly?"

"The Brigadier will not allow me to disturb you about Mr. Tang." the adjutant said helplessly.

"I -" Norrington's face froze, and then he became angrier: "Damn it, this is not just a matter of Easterners. Pay attention to your position, Captain!"

"This Oriental took away all the ships in Port Royal, and even most of the manpower! Those people should have created tax revenue in Port Royal and created tax revenue for England in the Caribbean, instead of becoming the personal subordinates of an Oriental!"

"What's his intention? Ah? Do so-called travelers need so many people?"

"Go and order that damned Easterner to turn these ships back immediately!"

The adjutant looked embarrassed: "Brigadier General, I'm afraid we have no right to interfere with citizens' private property, nor do we have the right to interfere with citizens' independent choices."

"Besides, you have emphasized many times that we are just cruising normally, and what the Easterners do has nothing to do with us."

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Norrington's face turned livid.

After a long time, he squeezed out a line of words from between his teeth:

"Let that Oriental come to me."