Reborn As a Pirate

Head southwest.

It is still the end of winter and the beginning of spring, but as the latitude gradually drops, the temperature on the sea has gradually risen.

The temperature of more than 20 degrees is pleasant, and the sea breeze is blowing slightly, which is not stuffy or dry.

Such beautiful weather greatly relieved the increasingly uncontrollable irritability of the sailors. Lorraine heaved a sigh of relief, and finally had the leisure to carefully proofread the charts.

Speaking of which, he actually does calibration and positioning every day. Without a full-time navigator, he is the only guarantee that the Golden Deer will not get lost in the sea.

However, on the day of the thunderstorm, the octant on the ship was damaged, and it could only barely maintain a rough alignment to ensure the correct course.

As for where he is and how far he is from his destination, even through a lot of surveying and calculation, it is impossible to get this information.

Lorraine calculated on the deck for a whole morning, and only confirmed a few things.

First, the Golden Deer is going in the right direction.

Second, here is not far from the Caribbean Sea. As for how far it is, it is probably between 111 kilometers and 555 kilometers, which is a span of five latitudes.

With such a large error, Lorraine regretted not buying the latest sextant as a spare before sailing.

If you had a sextant...

"Discovered the island!" He was regretting, when an excited shout came from the observation deck.

Lorraine raised his head abruptly, looking up at the mast in a daze: "Here? An island?"

"Captain, the direction at eleven o'clock is 22 kilometers away. It's confirmed that it's really an island!"

"Even the minimum value is wrong?"

Lorraine didn't care about anything else, and dropped the octant casually, rushed to the mainmast in two or three steps, grabbed the watchman's monocular, and watched in the direction of the island.

The telescope shows a lush tropical island.

The winding coastline, the shining silver sand, and the clear blue sea.

There are groups of white pelicans flying on the sea, bright buttercups are planted all over the island, and the orange-red corollas are dotted with golden edges, like flame butterflies perched on the branches of green trees.

The trees here are so strange, with slender branches hanging along the coastline, the branches are stained with green moss, at first glance, it looks like a thick beard growing on the lip of the island.

"White pelicans, buttercups, strange islands with green beards..." Lorraine murmured, "That's Barbados. The easternmost point of the Caribbean, Barbados in the Lesser Antilles."

He stretched out his hand to grab the cable, jumped down from the high observation deck, and landed on the deck.

"Gentlemen, Barbados! We... made it!"

"Long live!"

...

After forty-two days, Lorraine and his Golden Deer set out from Southampton, followed the high-latitude route to the mid-ridge, sailed southwest along the mid-ridge waters, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, and arrived at Barbados, completing his mission as a leader. First ocean voyage.

Along the way, they avoided icebergs, experienced thunderstorms, adopted puffins, and encountered groups of whales.

They even encountered a waterspout on a sunny day, and enjoyed the generous gift of this extreme weather. Thousands of catties of fish fell from the sky like a torrential rain, damaged two sails, and the catch was scattered all over the deck.

Now the Americas are ahead, and the brand new continent that has made the whole of Europe madly fascinated for hundreds of years is just ahead!

Turn due west!

The scarred Golden Deer hung the pansy flag of the Chamber of Commerce, approached Barbados under the guidance of buoys, and then sailed along the coastline to the beautiful Bashiba Beach on the east coast of the island.

Barbados has a complex terrain.

It descends in steps to the west, and drops sharply into cliffs to the east and south. The ground in the northeast is rugged, with steep valleys on both sides, the central part is a high-lying platform, and the coast is a low-lying beach.

This terrain makes its large ports concentrated in the northwest,

Facing the Caribbean, the only mooring pier on the Atlantic coast is Bashiba Beach, which is also a coral reef shallow sea with a water depth of only a few meters, and there are long stretches of dense reefs near the shore.

It is impossible for the Golden Deer to anchor near such a beach because of its shape. Her anchoring point is at the pier of the floating island, extending from the beach all the way into the sea, with a length of more than 300 meters.

The ship stopped and anchored firmly, and Lorraine immediately dispatched a task.

Sailors are grouped unchanged.

Keren took two groups of people to purchase some spare parts for ship repairs that were in short supply, and also to buy two assault boats. Among the complex islands in the Caribbean, small and lightweight assault boats are indispensable for a day.

A broken foremast could not be repaired in Barbados.

This kind of overhaul requires a professional dock, which is impossible in a remote dock like Bashiba, and even Bridgetown may not have a suitable dock that can repair the Golden Deer. Lorraine wanted to carry out a thorough repair of the Golden Deer in the West Indies, but he had to wait until Kingston, Jamaica.

Wang Ye and Daniel also brought two groups of people, one group was responsible for replacing and supplementing the ingredients and fresh water on board, and the other group was responsible for purchasing daily necessities and supplementing some medicines.

Henna, Yacharin and the remaining two groups of sailors were in charge of staying behind. Lorraine took Noah, Carmen and Pierce ashore to relax and enjoy the exotic scenery of the Caribbean Sea.

Barbados is a traditional colony of the Kingdom of Great Britain.

The Spanish were the first Europeans to land on the island in 1518, seeking slaves to work on sugar farms.

They saw that the trees were shaded here, and each tree was covered with wisps of moss, so they named the island Barbados, which means the island with a beard.

However, the Spaniards didn't have much interest in this bearded island. They just kidnapped the Indians on the island and left an empty island with no one there.

A hundred years later, in 1620, the second batch of British landed on the island and announced that it would become the territory of the British king.

It was they who developed the island, built a sugar farm here, and transported a large number of black slaves from the African continent to serve as labor, grow sugar cane, and refine sugar.

The plantation economy has lasted here for 160 years, and nothing has changed so far.

So the specialty of Barbados is granulated sugar.

The town of Bashiba is a plantation town set in a flat valley.

Walking in the town, Lorraine saw a series of wooden conical buildings, with lower columns and upper cones, suspended wooden platforms on the ground, small skylights and thin chimneys on the roof.

Each of them is not big, and the usable area is only about 40 to 50 square meters. The logs are wrapped with palm leaves, and then tied with straw rope and mud, and pasted to form a waterproof.

They like to open the door on the side close to the road, and open windows on both sides of the door. It is simple and unadorned, without the fancy sculptures and flashy structures that are popular in Europe.

The residents of this kind of conical building are slaves of the plantation, and the main body is black. Judging from the structure and number of houses, there are about two or three hundred households, no more than two thousand.

Occasionally, some yellow-skinned, hard-featured Caribbean Indians, wearing feathers and fangs around their necks, acted as low-level managers and lived with the managed slaves.

White people live on the other side of town.

The black iron gate with carvings and paintings divides the whole town into two parts. Looking through the grille, you can see the towering cliffs, the rolling grassland, a few small European-style buildings scattered on the grassland, and the standard white wall color. Tile, looks noble, but also looks lifeless.

Seeing all this, Lorraine suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The iron gate is like the entrance to a prison cell, with the criminal masters locked inside, and the slaves in the labor camp kept outside.

He didn't know the meaning of pursuing such a life.

But having said that, the native dogs in the plantation never seem to understand the vastness of the ocean, even if they can come here, it represents them, or their ancestors have crossed the ocean.

This is the generation gap.

In Europe, the thinking of maritime merchants and plantation owners has always been separated. They are not in the same world, or even in the same dimension.

Walking along the way, looking all the way, the town is full of vitality. Although there are not many vendors, there are a lot of things for sale.

They mainly sell fruit, including figs from the plantations, sugar cane, bananas, mangoes, coconuts from the beach, and gooseberries, cherries and aloe vera from Barbados.

There are also some sea fish, seabirds and wild animals that are special products on the island, which are cheap and beautiful, which shows that the slaves on the island at least have good food.

Jewelry made of coral is also a specialty here.

All kinds of local methods have unique flavors, and they are simply connected together with rotten silver and fishing lines. Whether it is African style or Indian style, they all use their original roughness to exude fatal attraction in front of rich ladies.

Lorraine couldn't help being glad that he brought Pierce here.

He handed the crazy ladies to Pierce, and wandered alone with his arms on his pillow, without looking at the little guy's sad eyes.

sextant...

He desperately needed a sextant and a chart of the Caribbean, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

The question is, where are these things?