Reborn As a Pirate

As a town known for its freedom and wildness, New Orleans has more than a dozen red-light districts.

Pubs, brothels, casinos, all the shops that can magnify human desires are all here, countless people make a living from this, and countless people take pleasure in it.

People often think that this is the underground world of New Orleans. Only those who are really at large know that the real underground world never floats on the surface.

Charles Street.

This is perhaps the most orderly part of the town.

There were no casinos, no brothels, no drunkards roaming the streets, no sneaky brokers in the shadows.

There are only rows of regular shops on both sides of the street, ready-to-wear, groceries, catering, decoration...

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it is hard for ordinary people to imagine that the core of New Orleans' underground world, the [Old Tavern], will be hidden deep underground.

Order and chaos, so close.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Katerina pushed open the door of the old tavern.

She was dressed in sharp men's clothes as usual.

The loose white shirt concealed the slender figure, and the hem was tied at the waist, constricting the waist tightly.

The lower body is khaki tight-fitting breeches, and the long legs are wrapped in the bag, which outlines a straight, round and attractive curve.

The belt hangs loosely between the breeches and the waist, with a sword left and a gun right, capable and flamboyant.

A pair of dark brown high leather boots stepped on his feet, clicking, clicking, and accompanied by the light shaking of the doorbell, he wandered all the way to the bar.

"Bach, a glass of rum, thank you."

Hearing her voice for the first time, the one-eyed Bach raised his head in surprise: "Damn... red hair! Are you still alive?"

"Satan seems to be afraid of me going to hell to spread the gospel. As you can see, I survived at the cost of my ship and the lives of 73 people on it."

"That black mamba..."

"The revenge is over." Katerina lowered her voice, "Whether they go to heaven or hell, at least they can rest in peace."

Bach's one-eyed flashed, and he quickly took out a glass from the cabinet, filled it with ice, filled it with wine, and smashed it in front of Katerina with a bang.

"Your special wine glass, redhead."

"I even asked about Bach... I really can't let you know anything."

Katerina begins to recount her adventures.

"I was attacked by Amy Ferrard, and the ship sank off the east coast of Barbados. The whole ship died, and I was the only one who survived and fled to Bashiba."

"In Bashiba, I met an English nobleman named Drake."

"Drake?" Bach's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"It is indeed that Drake." Katerina laughed, "Unfortunately, he is from England."

"I tricked him under a false name, boarded his ship, and used his ship as bait to sink the Viper and the Tusk west of Bridgetown. The Sidewinder escaped, and the remaining sailors included Including Amy Philard, they were all exiled to the nearby reefs, and it was impossible to survive."

"After avenging the crew, I disembarked at Kingston and went to Port of Spain, where I joined the smuggling ship Jackdaw, and became the first mate there, and I still am."

"You joined the smuggling ship? Stop being a pirate?"

"No, I'm a little tired."

Bach let out a long sigh: "The red rose of the Caribbean has abandoned the Pirate Code, which will be a big news. Red hair, wise people don't say dark words, who owns the token of the Pirate King now? Drake, your new The captain, or the unknown Amy Ferrard?"

"They're not in my hands." Katerina smiled, "I don't know where they are either."

"How much?"

"It's not about the money, old friend."

Bach frowned: "If it wasn't for money... you came this time,

Is it just to announce the news of retirement? "

"The captain is going to the United States." Katerina arranged five gold pounds on the table one by one, "Bach, I need some useful news."

"News from America..."

"Bermuda has replaced a new squadron admiral, who is also surnamed Drake just like your savior."

"The organization of the Continental Squadron has also been adjusted. The third-tier ship Lion has been added, the fifth-tier ship Lowestoft, the sixth-tier ship Badger and the Antelope have been transferred. The overall combat effectiveness has been greatly improved."

"Ten days ago, Admiral Drake launched a new round of continental blockade. The main target was Baltimore. As a result, the smuggling ships suffered heavy losses, and the French navy is organizing a breakup."

"Jackson suffered a political defeat in Boston. His plan to revitalize the U.S. Navy lost the majority support of the Continental Congress because of the active performance of the French Navy in naval warfare."

"His good friend Edmund Haight fell into an economic crisis because of this. The production of the two new destroyers under construction at the Haight Dockyard stopped. Jackson may face charges of wasting tax dollars."

"Related information, the Netherlands is preparing to support France's attack on the British colonies in the Caribbean, in order to interfere with Admiral Drake's blockade plan on the mainland..."

...

When Katerina was reuniting with her old friends, two strangers came to the secret entrance of the old tavern.

It was Yacharin and Daniel in grand dress.

Today's Daniel equipped himself with a full set of gentleman's attire, with a colorful feather brooch adorning his chest, matching his stern face and blond hair with a shawl, very much like a French nobleman preparing to go to a banquet.

Yacharin's clothes were even more exaggerated, and his whole body was retro, and he stepped on everything that Lorraine had set up before.

Suspenders, high-heeled shoes, feather hat, lace trim, a pair of exaggerated red, white and blue puff sleeves dotted the shoulders on both sides like balls, thick foundation smeared all over the face, making the skin as pale as freshly painted bricks wall.

As a true mainland nobleman, he has received comprehensive and orthodox social training and has a corresponding background support.

This means that whenever he wants, he can disguise himself as a unique feminine gentleman in European high society at any time.

like now.

He raised his orchid finger, hooked the pocket watch in his breast pocket, turned on the dial, and glanced at it casually.

"What fine clothes, how can the captain sneer at such delicate aristocratic manners?"

His tone is more delicate than the most delicate lady, and at the same time, he exudes a high-ranking, defiant elegance and aura all the time. Even the handsome Daniel was taken away by him, retreating to the edge, as if unknown entourage.

Daniel said blankly, "In your eyes, is there anything in the captain that can be related to slenderness?"

"It's not important, Daniel." Yacharin sighed fragrantly, "It's almost time, is this where we are going?"

"Gudaril-French style, according to the information provided by Ms. Dibo, the old tavern is located under this shop."

Acharin couldn't help but frowned: "Why does the tavern have to be built in the basement of the clothing store?"

"I heard it was the gathering place during the peaceful coup." Daniel explained the origin of the old tavern expressionlessly, "Although the first governor of Spain was enlightened, in order to prevent the French in the city from instigating the crowd, he still issued a ban on gatherings. At that time, the French leader Gudaril dug such a basement under his clothing store, inviting every non-Spanish white person to come in and drink, and a great event was held. Over time, it became a building built underground The public tavern, even the method of entering the tavern has become a kind of ritual."

"The tavern needs to be open. How can a tavern that retains the tradition of secret gatherings attract customers?"

"Secret meeting?" Daniel glanced at Acharin, took a step forward, and pushed open the door, "You overestimate your compatriots, how could the French know what a secret meeting is. They just created a complex and The meaningless eccentric ceremony is just an entrance ceremony to the tavern, which is no different from most taverns asking whether the guests are of age before entering."

"how do you know?"

"That ceremony is engraved on the door." Daniel knocked on the door at hand, "Looking at the handwriting, it has been engraved for some years."