Reborn As a Pirate

Along the coastline of Barbados, the Golden Deer is sailing lazily at sea.

Morning tea time.

On the poop deck, the sailors put together a dining table out of long planks, spread it with a beige cotton tablecloth with a drop pattern, and tried their best to decorate it.

In the middle of the tablecloth is a line of candlesticks like private soldiers, even if there is no need to light candles in the early morning.

Around the candlestick are nine sets of tableware, including fine bone china plates, teacups, and shiny silver cutlery, neatly spaced.

If it weren't for the lack of high-backed dining stools to match the long table on the ship, they almost succeeded in arranging the stern deck as a gorgeous dining room for the British aristocrats.

Unfortunately……

Fortunately, a little clever ghost came up with an expedient measure.

The vats filled with water were wrapped in soft azure blue flannel, and stood beside the dining table like pillars.

This kind of innovation is undoubtedly successful. The temporary restaurant lacks the heavy sense of English tea culture, but unexpectedly adds elements of fashion, fashion and vitality of young people.

At least Lorraine was satisfied.

This morning, he is going to entertain the distinguished guests on board for an orthodox English morning tea.

The sailors were notified in advance, and dug out the carefully preserved morning tea dresses from the cabin.

Men wear traditional tuxedos, white shirts, white vests and black bow ties; women's dresses have their own characteristics, but from hats, long skirts to silk scarves and gloves, they are all light and warm tones, and even Henna wears light A black smock and a pure white veil, in order to achieve unity in tone with his companions.

They sit down first.

On one side are Henna, Karen, Noah, and Daniel, and on the other side are Pierce, Carmen, and Yacharin. The men and women sit next to each other, talking and laughing softly.

Lorraine's dress is more solemn than the men present. He was the host, and in order to show his uniqueness, he specially put on a silver wig, and stood leisurely but solemnly on the balcony of the upper deck on the second floor, which was Henna's bedroom, outside the door of Donna's resting cabin last night.

He didn't have to wait long.

After a while, there was only a soft creak, and Donna pushed open the door, and walked out stretched.

Lorraine stood at the door with a smile: "Miss Linka, the ship is shaking, I hope you slept soundly yesterday."

"You don't have to worry about me, since I was a child..." Donna looked over with a wry smile, and when she saw Lorraine in full dress, she was dumbfounded for a moment, and half of what she said was floating in the air, "Mr....Mr. Drake, you this is……"

"Every well-bred gentleman will not allow his guests to live in a strange and uncomfortable environment for a long time." Lorraine stretched his arms, "Come on, I have prepared an English morning tea party for you, only this It is only in a formal social occasion that it is possible to meet true friends."

The arrow is on the string.

Although her mind was muddled and she was still wearing yesterday's shirt and breeches, the etiquette she had accepted since she was a child allowed Donna to respond appropriately in time.

She made a standard curtsy to Lorraine as if she was wearing a dress, took Lorraine's hand half a step forward, followed Lorraine numbly to the dining table, and sat in the bucket that Lorraine opened for her.

After Donna sat down firmly, Lorraine walked to the other side of the table, took the chair seat, and lightly shook the brass bell at hand.

Wang, who was wearing a snow-white chef's robe, also heard the bell, clapped his hands, and more than twenty sailors began to serve dishes in turn.

Huge main plate with tomato, sausage, eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, hash browns and black pudding, bread plate with toast and butter, fruit platter with banana, mango, aloe and cherry, and a glass of rich Fragrant blended tea, a small pot of fresh milk and a small pot of sugar.

England's morning tea is famous for its complexity and richness. Donna lowered her head to eat in despair, but completely forgot the main purpose of Lorraine's mouth, socializing.

Anyone can see that their guests are wandering off.

Donna was shocked,

She was very shocked, so shocked that she couldn't hold on to herself, and even the basic etiquette could hardly be maintained.

It's just that what shocked her so much was not Wang Ye's cooking skills, nor Lorraine's etiquette, but... the IQ of the entire crew.

Originally, the boat was in the water, so everything was kept simple.

Even the king of Great Britain would not be so extravagant as to put on a land-based ostentation on a ship with scarce supplies.

Three meals at sea are often simple.

Bread, moldy bread, bacon, hairy or wormy bacon, and cloyingly salty broth. If the supplies on the ship were richer, like the Golden Deer, just sailing out of a port, the sailors and captain might still have a glass of light wine to quench their thirst and reflect their class.

No one organizes a banquet on a sea boat floating on the water!

This kind of behavior is not extravagant, it is stupid.

An unheard of stupid thing happened before her eyes, and Donna couldn't help but think of the extremely comfortable flower petal bath last night, the annual salary of the sailors on the ship as high as 100 pounds, and this group of people wearing fancy clothes sitting at the dining table with the name of sailors. The women, children, and gentlemen of nobles...

The group made a difficult journey across the Atlantic in a powerful destroyer fully equipped, and broke the ship's foremast.

Donna saw the fracture with her own eyes, and from the analysis of the traces, they actually cut off the mast with their own hands!

It's a joke in the world!

Donna was considered well-informed, but she couldn't figure out what kind of situation a warship sailing on the ocean would need to deliberately cut off its foremast.

Is it the big sails that block the view of the scenery during the dinner party?

Or is it that the lascivious, handsome, and ignorant captain and master on the opposite side had a whim during the voyage, hoping to use oak to warm his fireplace?

Thinking of the fireplace, Donna suddenly realized a terrifying thing...

Couldn't there really be a wood-burning fireplace in the captain's cabin?

Could it be that these young masters and ladies from the British Isles secretly sailed to the Caribbean to experience life behind their backs?

The more Donna thought about it, the more she felt that this guess was well-founded...

She put down the knife and fork, picked up the teacup, and secretly looked at the group of people on the table under the cover of dense white air.

Lorraine... was clearly the leader of the group, the owner of the ship.

Acharin, Daniel, Pierce, and Carmen, judging from their skilled aristocratic behavior, they should be family friends of the Lorraine family and playmates since childhood.

Henna, who lives with me, should be Lorraine's bodyguard. Many nobles have this tradition, raising African children since childhood, as the personal heir of the family.

Noah is probably Lorraine's personal maid, but it's hard to tell on the ship, so she pretends to be a nobleman as a sailor.

The real backbone of the entire ship should be Karen. Donna saw him teaching the sailors yesterday. His words and deeds were extremely professional and rigorous.

Karen might be the original captain of the ship, but because the young master of the family insisted on taking on this role, he had no choice but to lower his status, and even those real sailors were mixed into the sailor group.

And Lorraine may not know these secrets, so he gave birth to the illusion that the sailor's annual salary is one hundred pounds.

The more Donna thinks about it, the more she thinks it is reliable, the more she thinks about it, the more she feels that it must be so!

Because of this explanation, all violations since boarding the ship became no longer violations.

Lorraine is a complete idiot who received aristocratic upbringing since he was a child, has an arrogant heart, excellent martial arts skills, and doesn't know suffering at the same time!

He probably didn't know that the ocean would not be calm forever, and the sea eats people!

Or maybe, he simply thought that he was omnipotent, and the little Caribbean was far from enough to threaten his safety.

This man will pay the price for his ingenuity.

It is impossible for this seemingly powerful but weak warship to reach the port of New Orleans.

As soon as she leaves the protection range of the Royal Navy of Great Britain, she will be devoured by the sharks in the Caribbean Sea, and the first of them is the cruel black mamba, Amy Ferrard.

Donna held the teacup and turned her head pretending to be calm.

There were several busy fishing boats behind the boat, and they looked normal. But Donna noticed early on that they had been following for a long time, and the frequency of casting nets was not at all like a qualified fisherman.

Want to remind them?

Donna was deep in thought, and did not pay attention to the whispers of the sailors from the beginning to the end.

Karen turned his head sideways and asked Henna: "Yesra, those Sloops at the stern..."

"Lorraine has her own arrangements, don't talk too much."

Karen frowned: "This extra morning tea party is also being arranged?"

Hannah didn't answer directly.

She turned her back, lifted the veil and sipped the milk tea in the cup.

"The tea is really good. I've almost forgotten the taste of it after being in the Atlantic for so long."