Reborn As a Pirate

long dream...

In the dream, Helena sang the whalers' song over and over again, her voice was as distant as a siren, floating back and forth in the blue Nooton.

Like the sound of ocean waves.

Wow... Wow...

Hearing the sound of the waves, Lorraine slowly opened his eyes.

He was lying in a masonry building with a very high ceiling. The building looked like a tower, slender and straight, but the tower was empty, and only the tall spire penetrated into the sky, telling him that it was daytime.

He didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, but he wanted to know the purpose of this tower.

The walls are all empty, did the builders never think about how to get to the top of the tower?

If that person is afraid of heights and doesn't want to go to the top of the tower, then he only needs to build a bungalow.

This house is too small, and the ceiling is too high...

"How could it be built like this?" Subconsciously, his question blurted out.

A sandy female voice answered, "This is the Black Harbor Lighthouse. There used to be a ladder on the wall, but it rotted and killed people when it collapsed."

"That man is really unlucky." Lorraine turned his head and said to the cat-like brown girl, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

The girl was wrapped in that dirty smock as usual, only her face and hands were exposed.

In the palm of her hand, she was playing with a thin and short sharp knife, which danced dazzlingly for a while, and then straightened the tip of the knife for a while, dancing on her slender fingers in turn, which was pleasing to the eye.

Lorraine praised sincerely: "Your knife is very good."

The girl obviously didn't talk too much about sex, she just said lightly: "Personal hobbies."

"Strange hobby..."

Lorraine frowned and stood up.

He saw that his upper body was naked, and his original shirt was cut into long and thin strips of cloth, white, brown, white, brown, and the two colors interlaced, like some kind of weird camouflage.

"You brought me up?"

"Not really."

The girl flicked the short knife up into the air, watched it fall, and inserted it between the two with a sound, halfway into the ground.

"Not counting?"

"I went to find something to eat, and when I saw you on the beach, I carried you up."

"How many days ago?"

"Two days."

"The injury is yours?"

The girl nodded: "When I found you, you had this knife stuck in your back. The knife technique is exquisite. It looks like it's pierced into the heart, but it didn't even hurt a single blood vessel."

"Knife skills are his only skill..." Lorraine smiled wryly, "When he was on the boat, he gave me three knives of bacon for each meal, and he could always cut it along the grain, neat and thin, like a piece of paper , especially stingy."

"he?"

"My captain, a Plymouth cobbler... the best cobbler."

"Why did the cobbler become your captain?"

"Because of a stupid decision." Lorraine moved in pain and leaned against the wall, "Really, even for his son, he should sell the boat and be his cobbler. He doesn't understand at all, Hai... …are cannibals.”

He stood up against the wall, his back rubbing against the rough brick, leaving a long, long trail of fresh blood.

The girl frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"Obviously, my captain is a cowardly idiot. He has never resisted anything in his life. Even if he has a surprisingly good knife technique, he can't be a qualified fighter."

"That's why he regarded our ship as a dead place, in order not to let me be buried with him..." Lorraine pressed the wound in his heart, and smiled freely, "I have to save him, and then tell him in front of his face that the knife Stupid, even more stupid than his decision to go to sea."

"Do you know where to save them?"

"Mr. Pete opened a restaurant called Grass Foie Gras. Because he was lucky enough to pay off his debts,

In theory, the restaurant shouldn't have had time to close. "

The girl thought for a while: "It's not closed. Their foie gras is terrible, but the lettuce these days has been pretty good."

"It's a great honor to be praised by the savior." Lorraine waved his hands in a gentleman's salute, leaned on the wall, and walked towards the door.

The girl asked again: "What if your captain dies?"

Lorraine paused, and said softly: "I am Niord's child, blood debt, of course blood must be paid."

Girl? Heresy: "You are white, but you are not a believer in God?"

"The Vikings don't need God's blessing, we only worship our own ancestors and are proud pagans."

Leaving this sentence behind, Lorraine slowly moved to the door, stretched out his hand, and reached the handle.

A streak of light flew over, wiped his face, and stabbed at the door with a bang.

"I think you might want to hire a helper," the girl said behind her back.

Lorraine raised her eyebrows, turned around and looked at the coffee girl with interest: "You know? I have higher requirements for helpers."

The girl didn't speak, and tore off the overalls with a bang, revealing a strange attire.

Her attire is a bit like jumpsuits of the later generations. The upper body is tight, showing off the tall and slim curves, and the lower body is loose, and the leggings are wrapped around the knees, showing tight and beautiful calves.

The whole suit was pure white, linen, old but clean.

The small row of buttons is concentrated on the front chest, dividing the clothes into two parts. Eight small pockets are sewn symmetrically on both sides, and each pocket is covered with a large cloth-covered button.

But it is not completely symmetrical.

The long sleeve of the left hand is tightly fastened to the wrist, and the sleeveless right hand reveals the girl's brown arm and the simple tattoo on the upper arm that looks like a mountain and a dagger.

"I seem to have seen this tattoo somewhere..."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Heina Yesra, an Egyptian, and an Assassin."

...

Assassins, a mysterious sect that originated in ancient Persia, whose leader is called the Old Man of the Mountain, was once an assassin organization that everyone in the western world talked about.

But that's not Henna's Assassin faction.

The real Assassins perished in the Western Expedition of the Mongols, the last mountain old man surrendered, and the Eagle's Nest City was slaughtered.

Survivors of the Assassins have since gone into exile.

They are active in West Asia and North Africa, gradually turning into pure and scattered assassins, teaching skills in the model of father-son inheritance, and no longer rejecting the employment of the Catholic world.

Haina's father was an Assassin. She and her younger brother accepted the inheritance, and the family of three formed a small Assassin's Alliance.

Three years ago, they were hired by a Frenchman to assassinate a competitor in his clan. After the incident, the employer chose to cross the river and demolish the bridge in order to get rid of his dislike.

Haina's father died in a fierce battle. At that time, 14-year-old Haina took her 13-year-old brother and fled to Heigang, avoiding the pursuit.

However, her younger brother was seriously injured during the escape, only persisted for a few months, and died.

So far, Haina has become a homeless person in Black Harbor. With her extraordinary skills, she quickly established her foothold in this lawless place.

Her profession prevented her from hating Catholics too much, but the experience of being betrayed and her family's ruin made her no longer able to trust Catholics, especially those French people all over Black Harbor.

So she has been walking alone, occasionally accepting some employment, killing some people, and the employer will never be a believer in God.

This is her quirk for picking customers, and it just so happens that Lorraine meets these strange requirements...

After listening to her self-report, Lorraine leaned against the door and smiled wryly.

"Miss Haina, I recognize your ability, but... I am not a qualified employer, because I have no money on me."

"I want that knife."

"Knife?" Lorraine glanced at the small knife next to his ear, "Could it be that now you only need a skinning knife that hasn't killed anyone before, and you can hire Assassin to do his best?"

"This is a very good knife." Haina shook her head, "And the knife is the last payment, I have already accepted your first payment."

"Black bread?"

“Bread with cod is delicious...”