Reborn As a Pirate

Crash la la la la la!

The winch rolled, the iron anchor was launched into the water, touched the hard surface at a depth of less than 20 meters, and stopped with a click.

Karen glanced at the markings on the iron chain, frowned and walked to Lorraine: "Captain, the depth is 17.2 meters. If you stop for too long, the Golden Deer may be at risk of becoming shallow."

"The Golden Deer doesn't need to stay here." Lorraine looked at the assault boat slowly launching, "When we get on the boat, you drive the boat away and keep it at a relative position of one kilometer outside the ice peak... Remember to pay attention to the ice floes. "

Karen nodded solemnly.

After a while, Yacharin directed the assault boat to the side, and Lorraine, Heina, and Daniel disembarked successively. The Golden Deer anchored, and slowly sailed away from the dangerous sea with only one stern sail.

With a distance of more than 500 meters, the oarsmen struggled to paddle, and the boat swung across the calm sea in the leeward wind, and slowly leaned against the gentle slope of the iceberg.

Lorraine was the first to jump off the boat, stepping on the icy sea water, and together with two sailors, struggled to drag the boat to the shore.

The stranded ship was not far away, a small Sloop sloop, only about ten meters long, lying crookedly on the ice.

Most of these boats are used as offshore fishing boats. They are easy to operate and have small cabins, so there cannot be too many people on board, and naturally there are few supplies on board.

Haina couldn't help being a little surprised: "How could such a small boat come to the Atlantic Ocean?"

"It's not far from Iceland. Maybe they were just fishing in the sea, and they ran aground for some reason, so they drifted here with the iceberg."

"what reason?"

Lorraine froze for a moment: "For example...is it too dark?"

Naturally, such a speculative discussion could not be fruitful. A group of people walked carefully on the slippery ice to the side of the ship, only to find that the wind lantern on the mast tip had long been extinguished. .

The joint between the ship's side and the ice surface is covered with condensed crampons, and these claw marks firmly embed the bottom of the ship on the iceberg, despite the wind and rain, it still remains motionless.

Lorraine walked around the side of the ship, and found a huge stubble on the raised bow keel, and tore a huge hole in the bilge, and even the ice near the break was frozen into pits.

Obviously, there has been a violent collision here.

He sighed and straightened up: "The high-speed impact broke the keel, which is the main reason why she was stranded here."

Haina turned over and jumped onto the side of the boat, squinting her eyes and looked around: "Everything on the deck is frozen. Lorraine, they have been here for a long time."

"It's not unexpected." Lorraine shook his head, "Acharin, check the cabin with Hannah to see if there are any survivors."

"Eh? Me?" Yacharin pointed at his reddened nose, "Captain, didn't you bring the ship's doctor?"

"Are you afraid?"

"What's so scary about a broken fishing boat!" Yachalin raised his arms and flipped onto the side of the boat. He pulled out his guns, dinged twice, and pulled the hammer away. "In order to have a tryst with a beauty, I can I haven't even been afraid of the black-backed group in the yard!"

After the big talk, he looked at the hatch covered with frost on the deck, and swallowed hard: "Miss Yesra, ladies first?"

"Coward." Haina jumped off the deck and pushed the cabin door a few times, but found that it couldn't be pushed open.

She turned her head, her emerald green eyes fixed on Yacharin, without speaking or hinting.

Yacharin was so ashamed, he jumped down, raised his guns, and kicked hard on the hatch.

There was a muffled bang, the cabin door was missing, but the rear eaves of the cabin were startled by two screams of "croaking".

Two black bird shadows shot towards the sky, startling Yacharin, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

boom! boom!

Two gunshots sounded like thunder, and the startled bird flew further away in panic, as if it was about to run away from home and never plan to come back.

Lorraine looked at his embarrassed gunner dumbfounded.

"A palm-sized bird with black feathers, a white belly, short wings, and a colorful beak... two Icelandic sea parrots can actually scare you like this, Yacharin, have you really served in the army?"

Yacharin cried sadly: "Captain, am I scared by birds?"

"Is there a difference?"

Lorraine really didn't bother to pay attention to him. He climbed into the cabin by himself, and held the doorknob slowly and hard.

The freezing of the hatch loosened little by little under his tremendous force. When the cabin door was shaken for the first time, he seized the opportunity to exert force suddenly, and with a click, the whole door was broken off.

"It's easy, isn't it?"

Lorraine and Henna walked in together.

The cabin of the boat is not big, and the objects inside are scattered, most of which are metal parts, but not a single piece of furniture.

In the corner, there was a man and a woman sleeping in each other's arms. They had blond hair and fair skin, and they were wearing heavy clothes. There was also an extinguished brazier nearby.

They had froze to death long ago, their stiff bodies maintained the same appearance as before. The man hugged the woman, and the woman cuddled up to the man, with peaceful expressions.

Hana checked briefly, then shook her head silently at Lorraine.

"No identification?"

"Nothing." Hannah handed Lorraine a small ax without a handle. "Even the handle is gone. It seems that they burned everything that could be dismantled."

"That would be a pity..."

The rescue ended in failure. Lorraine ordered the sailors to cut out the crampons embedded in the hull, and everyone worked together to push the Sloop sailboat, which had long been unable to sail, back to the sea.

The sea water rushed in along the crack of the keel, and the boat drifted farther and farther on the waves, and sank deeper and deeper.

"Icelanders are descendants of Vikings, and you are fishermen on the sea. Nooton will accept you when you leave. There is no cold there, and you can still sleep in each other's arms and enjoy peace." Lorraine prayed softly, "Good night, stranger……"

After bidding farewell to the dead, the search and rescue team rowed the boat back to the Golden Deer, and before Lorraine boarded the deck, he heard two croaking birds.

The bird's call was very familiar, thanks to Yacharin, he was lucky enough to hear it not long ago.

This made him feel absurd.

"Those two puffins actually came to our boat?"

The welcoming Karen pouted in the stern cabin: "I don't know where it came from, and it just stopped on the porthole of Carmen. It's not afraid of strangers at all."

"Carmen didn't startle them away?"

"What's the matter? As soon as Carmen stretched out her hand, they slapped snakes and landed on Carmen's arm like a pet, not a wild bird at all."

"Maybe they are really pets..." Lorraine shook his head with a wry smile, "build a nest for them outside the restaurant. This place is too far from the land, even if they are driven away, they won't be strong enough to fly back to Iceland , will die halfway.”

...

Through a wonderful fate, the Golden Deer joins two new crew members, the Puffins, in the high latitudes off the Mid-Atlantic Ridge.

They took up residence outside the dining room in the cockpit, and Carmen named them Jenny and McCarthy.

The pair's name comes from a piece of hearing before they went to sea.

Jenny was originally a female textile worker in the Southampton countryside. Because of the steam workshop, she was fired from the workshop and lost her job.

In order to avenge the capitalists, she and her admirer McCarthy planned a robbery of the Southampton bank vault.

The reckless plan failed, they grabbed the money, and without any suspense, both were shot dead at the gate of the bank.

It is said that McCarthy tried to shield Jenny when the vigilante opened fire.

Carmen felt that this relationship was touching, especially in line with the monogamous and unswerving life habits of sea parrots, so she gave them the name, and while commending their love, she also condemned their arrogance and unreasonableness for forcibly boarding the ship.

The birds loved their new names, Jenny for the male and McCarthy for the female.

At the end of this encounter, the Golden Deer sailed again, cut into the central ridge, turned southwest along this 1,600-kilometer-wide submarine mountain range, and continued to head towards the warm Caribbean Sea...

The long road is long.