Reborn As a Pirate

After setting sail for several days, the weather was sunny and sunny.

The Golden Deer set sail from Westport in Southampton, along the coastline of the British Isles, across the Isles of Scilly, and sailed into the windy and rough Celtic Sea.

With full sails and high bow, she galloped through the boundless blue sea, and arrived near Iceland in a few days.

After the initial excitement and panic, everything on the ship began to be in order, and every sailor was able to follow the instructions step by step.

150 sailors were evenly divided into six groups, with five breaks and one break. Except for one group which was exceptionally capable, the rest were a mix of old and new.

They do most of the work on board.

The most important thing is to steer the boat, with one group rotating every six hours, four groups a day, responsible for sailing, steering, looking out, direction finding, recording hydrology, and observing the weather.

The two groups that do not need to operate the boat that day will work and rest.

Those who have a rest can take a break, and those who do chores have to take care of mending sails, knotting ropes, carrying, cleaning, and most importantly, helping Wang Ye's kitchen.

In contrast, the life of a seafarer is much easier.

Wang Ye and Pierce are in charge of cooking, Nuoya is in charge of psychological counseling, and Daniel is in charge of consultation and prescribing medicine. The remaining people only need to take turns on the ship on a daily basis.

For example, Lorraine, who is resting today, is holding his white ears and fishing cross-legged on the high stern deck.

Being in the trade wind belt, even if the Golden Deer didn't hoist all the sails, it would still be able to reach eight knots.

The fishing line as thick as the index finger was let out, and the hook that fell was as big as a fist, and it chased the back of the boat very fast.

It seems that there are generally only two kinds of fish that can really be caught in this state. Dolphins or sharks are very difficult, but Lorraine doesn't care.

He didn't really want to catch something.

He fishes, just because once he poses for fishing, Bai Er will lie in his arms very obediently.

This is the only way known on the ship to prevent the little guy from harming the kitchen so far. Lie...

Fishing sharks, dozing off, the sun is warm and the salty wind is refreshing.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Wearing a chef's hat, Pierce knocked on the lid of the pot and got out of the stern cabin. While knocking, he shouted, "Lunch, gentlemen! The three teams will continue to stick to their posts. After the meal, the four teams will enter the rotation!"

Lorraine stood up with a smirk, and the swiftness of the movement startled the bewildered white ears.

"Meow?"

"The battle to lure cats is over." Lorraine grimaced at Bai Er, stretched her waist and yawned big, "Little thing, do you know how to do it yourself? You have to learn to catch mice."

"Meow!"

The sailor's restaurant is open.

Today's lunch consists of black bread, pastrami, sour radish, and a large cup of clear green leaf soup for each person... that is, boiled green tea.

The fragrance of tea is dense, and the fine leaves are stretched.

The sailor who was ordering food looked at the tea leaves with a sad face, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, is it still the old rule to swallow the leaves together?"

"What kind of leaf is the tree, what kind of leaf is the tree!" Wang Ye hit the sailor's forehead with a spoon, "The one in the pot is the serious Biluochun!"

The sailor bared his teeth and forced his curiosity: "That naked spring?"

"Dongting Biluochun from the Qing Dynasty is a high-grade green tea. Both the captain and the ship doctor have said that it can prevent scurvy."

"This rotten leaf is actually the green tea from the mysterious East? It can also cure scurvy?"

"What else?" spat the king, "A pot of tea costs fifteen shillings, gentlemen! Three meals a day is equivalent to drinking the captain's two gold pounds a day! If it weren't for the cure of scurvy , just relying on you, can you do it?"

The sailors were immediately excited.

In ocean voyages, scurvy is a sailor's worst nightmare.

The origin of this disease is unknown, and there is no way to cure it. Once entangled by the disease, even if you don't die, you will have to take half of your life.

When Columbus sailed around the world, the sailors on board were almost wiped out by scurvy, and then Da Gama, Francis, Amerigo...every great navigator has experienced the painful days of being entangled and attacked by this demon .

The sailors tried various methods to cure the disease, but to no avail.

Until 1753, Mr. James Lind, a surgeon of the Royal Navy, finally discovered that the disease was related to diet, and experimented with a reliable method of treating the disease with citrus fruits and fresh vegetables.

It's just that knowing it is knowing, but the situation has not improved much.

Fresh vegetables are not easy to keep for a long time, and the price of lemons is extremely expensive. Even His Majesty George III is not willing to purchase large quantities for his sailors. On ordinary ocean-going merchant ships, the most common treatment method is still prayer.

Just kidding, if praying is useful, why do you need a doctor!

In view of this, most sailors who choose to participate in ocean voyages will write a suicide note for themselves, and usually hide it in an inconspicuous corner of the cabin together with the lemon that was secretly brought on board.

They never expected to obtain protection from the Chamber of Commerce. Even if everyone knew that there was a box of lemons stored in the cargo hold, they thought it was Lorraine's emergency supplies for himself and the sailors.

who knows……

Who knew... two pounds a day!

Emotional people burst into tears, while impulsive people roared to the sky.

They drank tea, chewed the tea leaves, and kept shouting the holy name of God in their mouths.

Thank God for developing an angel among the pagans, and for letting this angel come to the world and giving them endless care!

Almighty Lord!

Lorraine walked in shaking his head, startled by the frantic scene in the restaurant that resembled the Crusades.

"Pierce, when did it become popular to pray while eating on our ship? It's just a meal, and there are still people crying?"

Pierce coughed in embarrassment: "This... Wang accidentally told them the market price of this batch of tea."

"Market price? Didn't tell them that this batch of tea was soaked in seawater? Was it half sold and half free?"

"No……"

"That's good." Lorraine smiled at Wang Ye beside him, raised his hand and patted the Taoist priest's shoulder approvingly.

The Taoist priest had a ghostly expression on his face: "Captain, on your sleeve...why did the white ear bite you?"

"It..." Lorraine shook the little black cat on his sleeve helplessly, "It has become a spirit, and now it can understand human speech."

...

Life in the ocean is boring and boring, not to mention that Lorraine is still taking the high-latitude route recorded by Naspert, rather than the relatively popular low-latitude route.

There are almost no other shadows of ships on the route, and the only things that can be used to adjust your eyesight are those occasional icebergs floating on the water.

Icebergs are big things.

Like reefs, they often only have a corner of the peak above the sea, and the huge volume is hidden under the water, like a floating island running across the route.

Once the ship is not dodged in time, the sinking of the ship is almost inevitable.

Lorraine was personally slicing tuna to White Ears to make amends when he suddenly heard a shout from the deck: "Fifteen kilometers ahead, iceberg!"

When the warning sounded, Karen and Yacharin rushed out of their respective cabins, shouting loudly: "The changing of the guard is suspended, the four teams are on standby, and the deck is on standby!"

The sailors who were called panicked swallowed the food on the dinner plate and rushed to their respective posts.

Lorraine also stood up, stuffed the half-sliced ​​tuna into Chao Wangye's hands, and said with a frown, "Arrange someone to deliver the lunch to the post. This alert will take at least two hours, and the sailors must not be hungry."

iceberg……

More than half an hour later, Lorraine saw an iceberg at the bow of the ship.

The dark blue mountain stands tall and straight, protruding at least 20 meters above the sea, with a steep slope on the side facing them, and a gentle slope on the side facing away from them.

A floating iceberg of this size means that the submerged ice pack could be the size of a small island.

For the sake of safety, Lorraine ordered the Golden Deer to break away from the wind belt, turn the rudder fifteen times to the left, and sail slowly with half sail lowered.

The huge body of the Golden Deer draws a sloping waterline. Karen raised the stern sail and steered the sail with his own hands, trying his best to make the sailing of the ship stable.

The iceberg passed before their eyes, and Lorraine saw a small boat stranded on the back of the mountain. A small wind lantern was hung on the mast, and the flame was faintly visible.

Hana said softly, "He's calling for help."

"I see." Lorraine stretched his arms, "Around the wind, lower the sails, and anchor!"

"Full starboard, sail slowly!"

"Hina and Daniel will follow me to rescue people in a while, Yacharin will command the assault boat, and Karen will act as the captain, waiting for us to come back." Lorraine sighed, "I hope...it's not too late."