Reborn As a Pirate

As the sun set, Lorraine dragged the newly acquired sea chart stroke by stroke according to the afterglow of the sunset.

Keren came back first, empty-handed.

As they had expected in advance, there was not a ready-made destroyer's front mast to be found in the whole of Bridgetown. Although they accept customization, it takes two months to make it, and it takes only ten days to drive from here to Kingston.

The matter of repairing the ship can only be put on hold for the time being.

Lorraine discussed the route to Kingston with Karen and Yacharin, chatted and saw Carmen go home, and jumped out of the carriage supported by sailors.

The three went up together.

Lorraine looked at the mountain-like wig with disgust: "How did you think of dressing up like this?"

Carmen struggled to remove the wig, took off the false eyebrows that were thicker than the white ears, and took a long breath: "Is there any way, isn't this the aesthetic of the English?"

"It's just a spoiled aesthetic." Lorraine shrugged and ordered someone to fetch water for Carmen and remove her makeup.

Carmen smiled wryly, and gently hung her shoulders: "The honorable attire can greatly reduce the difficulty of meeting people. As long as I can meet them, I'm pretty good at persuading people."

"So you have good news for me."

"Yes, since about an hour ago, the Drake Chamber of Commerce has obtained a trade permit from the Governor's Mansion of the Windward Islands. The scope of the permit includes St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Grenada, Dominica, Barbados, and Tobago."

"The entire British Windward Islands?"

"In addition, the governor told me that the sea was not peaceful during this period. The French seemed to intend to invade Grenada, but Kingston did not have much spare power. He hoped that we could see the flag hanging in the port before entering the port, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble. "

"It seems that you not only convinced the governor, but also established a good friendship with him."

Carmen smiled slyly: "In the words of Governor Carlisle, the friendship between us has a long history, probably since the West Saxon era."

"I didn't expect him to be a humorous gentleman."

The sailors brought clear water, and Carmen tried to bend down, frowning in pain: "My lord captain, can you do me a favor?"

"what?"

"Hina and Noya were driven ashore by you, I need someone to help me loosen this damn Basqueinu." She gasped, "Those baleen... are strangling me to death. "

"What can I say? My duty, my beautiful advisor."

Carmen has a beautiful figure, with silky smooth skin and a pleasant curve.

The process of changing clothes smelled sweet and beautiful, and Lorraine fulfilled the duties of a captain, solving problems for his sailors like a most qualified gentleman.

After changing clothes, he changed into a loose long skirt, washed off the lead, and the pretty blushing staff officer walked out of the cabin, and was immediately greeted with Yacharin's frivolous whistle.

The gunner hung himself on the railing on the top floor of the poop, with a lewd smile on his face, which made Carmen feel ashamed.

Lorraine glanced at him angrily: "I know what you're thinking, but none of the things you thought happened."

"This doesn't prevent me from spreading rumors, does it? The beautiful staff officer asked the captain for help. The two of them stayed in the cabin for half an hour, alone and widowed, sharing the same room..."

"You can spend the night on the shore tonight." Lorraine looked at him depressedly. "The night in Bridgetown is pleasant. I hope you can return to the ship in good spirits before ten o'clock tomorrow."

"Romance never exhausts energy, my wise captain!" Yacharin cheered, and dashed off the ship in a few strides, before disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Helpless Lorraine and helpless Karen get together, eyes are not eyes, nose is not nose.

"I guess I'll keep watch tonight, Captain?"

"I might stay with you.

Lorraine stretched his arms, "The charts haven't been processed yet, and it's not suitable to deal with these professional matters in front of our guests." "

Karen was full of doubts: "Captain, I wanted to ask a long time ago, why did you pretend to be a navigating rookie in front of that woman named Donna?"

"Because a person's IQ is an interesting thing. It doesn't go up because the opponent is smart, but it goes down because the opponent is stupid." Lorraine drew a line horizontally with his hand, "When it falls to the same level, it becomes equally stupid .”

"Are you trying to make her stupid?"

"Only a fool will show his feet as soon as possible. We are very busy and don't have time to waste too much energy on something."

"Aha..."

The two were chatting, and a Brig-type frigate slowly entered the pier next door.

The slender hull draws a beautiful arc on the sea surface, and the waterline is smooth and round, showing the crew's superb sailing skills.

Lorraine saw the familiar uniform of the British Navy on the deck. A group of sailors shouted and rushed under the command of several lieutenants, docked the ship firmly at the pier, and lowered the board.

Keren squinted: "A Royal Navy ship?"

"The bow of the ship looks like a badger. If I'm guessing correctly, it's a Royal Navy frigate, HMS Badger."

Karen looked at Lorraine like a monster: "Captain, there are nearly a thousand ships in the entire Royal Navy, do you remember them all?"

"When I was studying at the sea school, the Badger was a scout ship of the Channel Fleet, so I saw it a few times." Lorraine shrugged, "By the way, I remember when I left Southampton, Odilan sent me a letter DM, his nephew Horatio Nelson appears to be serving on the Badger."

"Such a coincidence?"

"Who knows? Just ask."

...

After rummaging through the cabin to find the letter from Odilan to Nelson, Lorraine disembarked with his trousers crossed and went all the way to the mooring pier where the HMS Badger was.

The sailors are disembarking.

Different from the energetic military posture on the boat, when they get off the boat, they will be in groups of three or four, shoulder to shoulder, walking colorfully, just like huge crabs.

In fact, this is what they really are.

Since Elizabeth I, the Royal Navy of Great Britain has expanded rapidly. In order to make up for the shortage of sailors, the Royal Navy often recruits strong men in taverns in the port.

Grab aboard, tie up, ship out to sea, and start training.

The officers of the ship are endowed with the supreme authority of a king in this small space on the deck, and they can insult, whip and even kill their own sailors at will.

The drunks who are tied to the ship will soon succumb, become qualified and brave sailors as quickly as possible, and then sign the military service regulations that are similar to selling their lives, and become honorable members of the Royal Navy ever since.

So it is not a joke to say that drunks protect the seas where the sun never sets in Great Britain.

The authority of an officer cannot disembark, as long as the foot is on land, the drunks are still the same group of free drunks.

Lorraine avoided them, walked to the side of the ship, and asked a second lieutenant on the side of the ship, "Is it the HMS Badger?"

The second lieutenant poked his head out strangely: "This..."

"Lorraine Anason Drake, I am the president of the Drake Chamber of Commerce and a friend of Mr. Odilan Suckling. Mr. Suckling has a letter of trust for me to send to your captain Horatio Nelson Lieutenant Colonel, I hope he's on board now."

"Yes, wait a moment!" The second lieutenant yelled and turned around, "Captain, I have a letter from your home! The messenger chased us to Barbados!"