Reborn As a Pirate

A tuxedo, a wig, a top hat, pure white gloves with gold lines drawn on the edges, shiny pointed leather shoes, and the umbrella sword disguised as a ceremonial accessory hidden in the captain's cabin...

Waking up the next morning, Lorraine put on a full dress for the first time after changing her costume. Under the wig, her hair color was like golden bits and pieces. At first glance, the rich aristocratic elegance paved the way.

For this meeting with the strange earl, he has made complete preparations.

But he always felt awkward...

Did he care too much about the weirdness of the smuggling earl?

Or is there really an undiscovered problem with this well-tested attire in the European aristocratic circle?

What could be the problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

This ignorance and ignorance made him feel uncomfortable, so he subconsciously picked up the umbrella and pulled the fake beard on his chin time after time.

"Noah."

"En." The witch who was helping him straighten his wrinkles replied quietly.

Lorraine turned around, leaned over, and lowered her head: "Help me take a closer look, is there anything wrong with me?"

"what?"

In a blink of an eye, he was suddenly attacked, and when Noah looked up, he realized that Lorraine's eyes were close at hand.

The distance between the two of them was so close, those brown eyes hung in front of them, clearly reflecting a flustered Roma girl in black and white.

Noah panicked all of a sudden, she blushed and lowered her head, she pressed her head firmly against Lorraine's chest, wishing she could just penetrate in like this, and hide her whole head in the body cavity in front of her, so as to avoid those provocative eyes. human eye.

The white ears were still on her shoulders.

One of these two strange humans moved forward, and the two moved forward, squeezing the little black cat between them as if they were hugging each other.

Half of Bai Er's body lay on Noya's shoulder, desperately stretched out his little paws to grab Noya's clothes, trying to pull himself out from between the shoulders of the two, but he couldn't do it, and even felt like he was about to fall .

It was very bad, pinching its throat and screaming desperately: "Meow? Meow!"

"Is there really a problem..." Lorraine didn't realize the crux of the matter at all, and straightened up in confusion, "But where is the problem?"

"Is it a beard?"

Henna helped the well-dressed Carmen into the cabin, looked at it and gave reasonable suggestions.

"The beard is not the key." Lorraine shook his head. "Although beards are not the style that gentlemen like, I have seen Karen wearing a dress before, and it doesn't look very abrupt."

"It's an umbrella." Carmen saw the problem at a glance, "Lorraine Drake received an aristocratic education in England since he was a child. There is nothing wrong with using an umbrella instead of a cane, but Edward Kenway is the third generation of pioneers in New France. No contact with this non-mainstream English habit."

"It's actually an umbrella sword? That's troublesome..." Lorraine was stunned for a while, "Doesn't this mean that Edward Kenway will not be able to carry a self-defense weapon on any ceremonial occasion in the future?"

"Only a tuxedo is not suitable for a sword." Carmen walked up, took the umbrella sword from Lorraine's hand, and put it aside, "Captain, I think you can prepare a vintage dress."

"Vintage? Feather hat and suspenders?"

"There are also high heels, suede dresses and puff-sleeve shirts." Carmen pointed to her face. "At that time, you can also put some rouge on your face, which will make your cross-dressing more perfect."

"Ask someone to buy a cane in the port area." Lorraine rejected Carmen's proposal without hesitation, "Even if I, Lorraine Drake, die, I will never wear suspenders, let alone put them on my face. What kind of rouge!"

Because of this episode, Lorraine and Carmen waited until noon to get into the carriage.

The horses pulling the cart thumped and thumped on the uneven stone roads of New Orleans, staggering and zigzag to the barracks on the outskirts of the city,

Brings an extremely uncomfortable driving experience.

But Lorraine couldn't blame Karen, who rented the carriage.

Because it was not that the driver he hired was not skilled, but that the road conditions in New Orleans were poor, which is rare in the world.

This city was built on a wet and muddy swamp. Huge pits can be seen everywhere on the good stone roads. The surroundings bulge, and the bottom of the pits sinks, destroying the road that should be smooth.

No matter how good the car is, they can't gallop on this road condition. All they can do is follow the track of the pothole, change direction again and again, go around, turn the corner, wipe the corners, like a crosswind state The posture of sailing warships cutting the wind.

Lorraine's mood became even more depressed: "New Orleans should be rich in sailors and sailors, after all, each of them is used to cutting the wind when walking..."

"Who knows?" Carmen laughed dumbly, "Maybe they just enjoy this kind of ups and downs, just like a good French count likes to run smuggling."

Lightly, Carmen brought the topic back to where everyone was wondering.

"When we get to the barracks, we have to find a chance to find out." Lorraine sighed and shook his head, "If something goes wrong, it's a monster. An earl's smuggling business can't be just because of his hobby."

"Who knows..."

...

More than an hour later, Lorraine finally came to the French barracks in the northern suburbs of New Orleans.

There are a lot of people here.

Nearly a hundred gentlemen in uniforms lined up and waited outside the barracks. The long line was blocked by an ineffective roadblock, winding like a boa constrictor, so long that the tail of the line could not see the head of the line.

Lorraine looked at all this in amazement: "Carmen, do you think there are so many smugglers in New Orleans?"

"Impossible!" Carmen obviously had never seen such a battle before, "There are no more than a hundred merchant ships on the pier, so it's impossible for people on a ship to line up separately, right?"

"This earl is becoming more and more invisible..."

Lorraine poked his head out and asked the driver about the situation. Only then did he realize that the long queues in front of the French barracks were normal. The French even set up a special parking lot for their visitors, just a short distance from Lake Pontchartrain. On a flat ground far away, there are special sergeant guidance.

And the parking lot is half a kilometer away from the entrance of the barracks...

When the car stopped, Lorraine helped Carmen get out of the car, looked at the crowd from a distance, and stopped the leading sergeant as soon as he raised his hand.

"Sir, I still have a job." The stopped sergeant had a grim expression on his face.

Lorraine flicked a shilling with a ding.

"My job is very important. If a group of horse-drawn hedgehogs gather outside the barracks, the captain will whip me."

There was another ding, and the gold pounds glistened in the sun.

The sergeant was dazzled by the golden reflection, and there was no previous determination in his voice: "Sir, my family really needs this job. If I lose my job, the children will starve."

"Mr. Officer." Carmen smiled and opened her handbag, took out a small money bag, and stuffed it into the pocket of the sergeant's military uniform with her own hands, "We don't have many questions, and we won't delay you for too long."

The heavy feeling spread to the sergeant's shoulders, making his will weaker and weaker.

"Sir, I'm just a petty sergeant, and the news I know is not worth so much money..."

"I know your news may not be valuable, but my time is valuable." Lorraine looked at the long queue with disgust, and spit out pure French, "If you have to queue up in the sun like those idiots, I You need a good reason to convince yourself."