Reborn As a Pirate

Unlike the bustling central port area, at night, the Linhai port area where the Black Harbor warehouses are concentrated is as quiet as the wharf area.

People in the port area are either enjoying themselves in the central port area or hiding in their respective warehouses, reluctant to come out easily.

This brought a lot of convenience to Lorraine.

After learning about the location of Old Barry's warehouse from Pete, and after field inspections and confirmation by Old Hansa, Lorraine and Henna compared the simple sketches and agreed on the next action plan.

Shortly after nightfall, Pete's carriage slowly drove into the dock area and stopped on the side near the harbor area.

The two split up again.

Lorraine stood alone by the sea, looked up at the sporadic lighted port area two miles away, and jumped into the sea.

...

The Linhai port area is the oldest and best preserved built-up area in Heigang.

Hundreds of years ago, when Port Black was still Cherbourg, this port area was a French military port.

In addition to deeper and wider mooring piers, the French also built a dozen large dry and wet docks along the coast. After later reconstruction, it has now become the watergate warehouse with the best conditions in Black Harbor.

The water gate warehouse is a special warehouse, which is generally divided into three connected front, middle and rear warehouses.

The front warehouse is the largest, with a wide water gate facing the sea. There are at least two berthing lanes that are not exposed to the open air in the warehouse. It was a wet dock in those days.

The middle warehouse is slightly narrower, but taller. In the middle is the former dry dock. The merchants filled the lower sea dam and converted it into a pure warehouse.

Because of the high roof of the warehouse, there are two rows of hanging rooms along the warehouse wall, which are generally used as workers' dormitories.

The back warehouse is the smallest warehouse. It used to be the residence of boatmen and sailors. After reconstruction, it has now become the mansion of the boss and core backbone of the chamber of commerce.

Lorraine opened his eyes at the bottom of the water, and the eyeballs were covered with a layer of transparent double lids, invisible at first glance, but tough and dense, which protected his eyes from the salty sea water and floating objects near the port, and he could move freely in the water. Underwater vision.

All kinds of sounds came into the ears through the sea water, the merchant ships entering the port a few miles away broke through the water, the gentle waves beat against the embankment, and some people were fishing by the seaside, if there were none, it was unknown who they were talking to...

Every sound was so clearly distinguishable that he could recognize the direction and the approximate distance.

The benefits of the whaler's blood are not limited to sonar.

His breathing became longer, and he could feel no stagnation for several minutes while under the water.

His swimming posture is like a fish. When he swings his legs, his body slides out several meters.

In just a few breaths, he had already dived deep into the Linhai port area, and approached the No. 3 water tank in the port area silently.

On the other side, Henna took off her large smock and heavy leather boots, and climbed up to the roof of the warehouse like a civet.

Riding on the night wind, she sprinted forward, jumping across the empty streets and alleys.

Her limbs touched the ground, her knees and elbows were slightly bent, and she landed smoothly and gently on the roof of the high and protruding middle warehouse, and met a wandering wild cat on a narrow road.

"Meow?"

The wild cat tilted its head, as if wondering why the same kind in front of it was so big, and it looked completely different from it.

Hana straightened up and glanced at the cat: "Meow."

Lorraine slipped through the water gate like a fish through the underwater barrier blocking the boat.

This is Qiancang, most of which are built on the sea. The water depth ranges from shallow to deep, and the deepest is nearly eight meters.

At this depth, human sight can no longer penetrate the barrier made of sea water, and the water surface and the bottom of the water have become two relatively independent worlds.

Lorraine straightened up at the bottom of the water, walked through the leisurely swimming fish, and saw eight columns of wooden piles lined up like guards. They were in two columns, with a distance of 14 to 5 meters between the units.

This means that there are three berths in the old Barry's warehouse, and two of them are mooring boats.

The middle berth is a small fishing boat no more than five meters long, and the left berth is a large ship with a draft close to four meters.

The keel was curved, and the hull was slightly fat. Lorraine floated up close to the keel, and found a trace of reinforcement from the inside on the ship plank near the central rudder.

This was the reinforcement he had personally made for the Artis Belle before leaving Plymouth.

Lorraine closed her eyes, and continued to float up against the central rudder, showing half of her head at the stern of the ship, barely exposing her nose, and breathing softly.

He quickly dived down again, and at the deepest point, he dived to the pier plank road in the middle of the left middle two roads, lying flat and floating in the middle of the wooden posts, less than 30 centimeters from the water surface.

There are people in the warehouse.

There were two people scattered in the outer warehouse, one was on the bow of the Artis Beauty, and the other was on the plank road farthest from him, both were fishing and kept silent.

Two thick fishing lines hang down quietly, and the moon-white buoy floats up and down on the water, swinging lightly with the waves.

Lorraine thought for a while, then dived deep, picked up the nearby fishhook, walked around the stake lightly, circled it twice, and hooked it on his leather boots again.

After doing all this, he started to approach the fisherman.

The released fishing line was exhausted, the buoy suddenly sank, and the coil began to spin wildly.

The rattles tied to the coil jingled wildly, and the dozing fishermen woke up suddenly, gripped the fishing rod tightly, and stood up to reel in the line!

The sharp fishhook instantly tore open the bootskin that was only hooked to a star corner, swam backwards in the sea, plunged into the stake with a sound, and could no longer be pulled for half a minute.

The fishing rod bends into a half moon!

The fisherman was excited, and while trying his best to grab the fishing rod and coil, he shouted to his distant companions: "Al! Big fish! Big fish!"

"God! Pelor, did you catch a shark?"

Al cried out in surprise and rushed over to help, Pei Luo looked at his feet triumphantly, and suddenly saw a mass of white flowers, in the middle of which was a dark shadow.

"Huh? This is..."

Wow!

A big hand stretched out from the water, grabbed Pei Luo's ankle like lightning, and pulled it hard!

With a cry of surprise, Pei Luo fell into the sea, his head hit the edge of the plank road with a bang, and he fainted for a moment.

At this moment, Lorraine hooked his neck, dragged him all the way to the bottom of the water, and hooked his trouser waist to the anchor point of the Beauty.

Peiluo bulged his eyes and danced wildly with his hands and feet. The slower he danced, the softer he danced.

The sudden change made Al on the shore bewildered. In his opinion, Pelor was dragged into the water by a big fish.

The bang sound was probably due to the injury caused by the fall, and the red spots floating on the sea water also proved that the fall was heavy.

But he couldn't see where Pedro was!

The sea water can only be seen for two or three meters, and the tumbling bubbles are everywhere. Even with his eyes, he couldn't find Pei Luo's position.

It's been over a minute!

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer bubbles on the surface of the water, Al gritted his teeth, tried to open his eyes wide, and jumped into the water.

Underwater is another world.

The stakes, the bottom of the boat, far and near are silent.

He saw Pei Luo stretching his limbs, opening his mouth wide, floating on the iron anchor of the big ship, twitching only occasionally, spitting out a little bit of air bubbles from his mouth.

What the hell?

Al hurried to rescue him by water skiing, and dived to the bottom of the water, when he suddenly felt someone grab his lower back.

puff!

The sharp stabbing sword pierced his throat from behind, and as soon as it was exposed, the tip of the sword shrank back like lightning.

Big balls of dirty blood gushed out from the wound, mixed in long strings of air bubbles and turned to the surface of the water.

Al clutched his neck in despair and turned around.

He saw a slender figure in a white shirt raised his head and floated up gracefully. After a while, he jumped out of the water and disappeared completely in front of his eyes.

He exhaled the last air in his lungs.

Head...there is a ghost in the water...the sailor, back...