Reborn As a Pirate

Ashes to dust, dust to dust.

After Thomas was executed, Lorraine went down to the dungeon with Heina's support, and stood in front of the shattered and silent Lake for half an hour.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the water prison, hoisted the fishing boat onto the davit of the Artis Beauty with the help of Haina, packed up all the porcelain and tinware, and opened the water tank.

Time to really part ways...

Lorraine handed over the land deed of the water warehouse, the IOU from Old Barry and two hundred gold pounds to Henna, smiling slightly.

"It's time for me to go, I hope to have the opportunity to meet in the future."

Haina's eyes were a little confused: "Can you steer this big ship by yourself?"

"Originally." Lorraine could not help but smile wryly, feeling the weakness of his body, "It may be a little more difficult now."

"I can help you."

"Huh?" Lorraine raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You can also sail?"

Hana shook her head confidently: "No. But I learn things very quickly, so that's not a problem."

"If this is not a problem...then leave Black Harbor and go to the strange sea..."

"This...is not home." Haina looked at the blood-stained warehouse, her eyes became brighter and brighter, "I hate this place, but I can't find a way to leave. Going to the sea may be the right direction..."

She turned her head and smiled at Lorraine: "And it's very interesting to be with you, and occasionally you don't use money to measure your life...it's also very interesting."

"Really..." Lorraine also laughed, "Miss Heina Yesla, congratulations, you have been admitted."

Thick smoke rose from the No. 3 water tank.

Amidst the flames soaring into the sky, there was a fat big ship sailing out of the water gate crookedly, jerky but firmly heading towards the broad strait, sailing...

...

In order to teach Henna how to watch and steer, the Artis Beauty sailed for ten days in the calm and calm strait.

In ten days, Henna, who was a quick learner, barely became a qualified sailor, and Lorraine's injury was mostly healed. Although there was still a risk of cracking, her daily routine was no longer a serious problem.

At the beginning of April, the Artis Beauty returned to Plymouth.

Lorraine registered the goods on the ship with the Soto Port Authority, and after paying a three-pound escrow fee, she threw off the ship and took a carriage with Henna to the small town of Axminster, which is famous for its flower-woven carpets. .

That's Lake's hometown.

The carriage stopped in front of a creamy white two-story building, Lorraine and Henna jumped out of the car, and saw a strong boy in a sailor shirt in the yard.

He was a handsome young man, about eight or nine years old, with the same flaxen hair and emerald green eyes as Lake, and he was seriously attacking the big tree in the yard with a branch as a sword.

This reminded Lorraine of his eight years old.

The first time he was eight years old, he was in the second grade of elementary school, raised his first little turtle, and took pulling girls' pigtails as the only way to express his affection.

The second time, at the age of eight, because of a sudden storm, he vomited faintly on the Galen ship bound for the Indian Ocean, and once doubted whether he would survive to Calcutta.

Of course, that was him and not Lorraine.

Lorraine laughed, raised his hand and rang the bell at the door.

Jingle, jingle...

The boy who was seriously practicing swordsmanship looked up blankly and saw a man and a woman outside the fence.

Both were young and tall.

The man was wearing a tuxedo, carrying an umbrella, and a top hat, while the woman was wearing a large pure black smock, and even her face was covered with a light veil, only her straight nose and jewel-like green eyes were exposed.

A strange combination...

A strange and strange combination.

The boy was very cautious, approaching the door carefully holding a branch, and asked through the fence: "Sir,

Ma'am, are you looking for..."

"You are Pierce, right? Pierce Artis, the son of Lake Artis."

"yes……"

Lorraine closed his eyes, recalling how broken and desperate Lake was in the water prison.

After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"My name is Lorraine Anason Drake, and I am Mr. Artis' crew member. I regret to inform you that your father has passed away. He had a fever due to illness during the voyage...and died very peacefully."

Click!

Pierce stood there dumbfounded, the branch, falling to the ground.

...

"Before he died, Lake entrusted me to be your guardian."

Lorraine and Hannah entered Lake's simple and dilapidated ancestral home, sat in the living room, and whispered about the next arrangement for Pierce.

"I am going to send you to Plymouth Sea School. Sir Layton is my mentor, an upright, rigorous and faithful nobleman, the best teacher in the school, and the best officer in the Royal Navy."

"He has no children, and I will persuade him to become your adoptive father, which will help your future."

Lorraine crossed his fingers, frowned, and looked at Pierce, who looked out of place.

"And the Artis Beauty..."

"This is Lake's ship, and now it is yours. I hope to buy her."

Hana silently took out a bundle of gold pounds from under the blouse, a total of a hundred coins.

Lorraine continued: "The Artis Beauty is a standard Kirk model, and the market price is 500 pounds. I can't afford it for a while."

"Of the hundred pounds, fifty pounds is the proceeds of this trade, and it is Lake's property. The other fifty pounds, I hope to temporarily rent the Beauty, and the rent is fifty pounds every two months. I will sign an IOU, I will settle the ship payment and the remaining rent with you within one year, totaling seven hundred and fifty pounds."

"Of course, if you don't trust me, this IOU can be notarized by a local gentleman, and I will pay for the notarization fee."

After saying this, Lorraine took a deep breath: "Pierce, are you willing to accept my arrangement?"

Pierce stared at him blankly: "Mr. Drake..."

Lorraine nodded slightly

"Father told me that the Beauty is very old and can only be sold for two hundred pounds..."

Lorraine smiled disdainfully: "The captain doesn't understand ships, he was deceived."

"Old leather can't be sold at the price of new leather. Although I haven't learned tanning, I still understand the truth of doing business with my father since I was a child." Pierce glanced at Lorraine gratefully, "You are a good person, and you will serve me wholeheartedly. Consider it, but I cannot accept your arrangement."

"why?"

"I want to go to sea!" Pierce clenched his small fists, his face full of determination, "After getting the boat, my father's dream was to become a sea merchant. I want to inherit his behest, not a large inheritance, and become an excellent Yes, but someone completely different from him!"

"You... want to go to sea?"

"I want to go to sea!" Pierce stood up and waved his arms excitedly in front of Lorraine, "Mr. Drake, after my father left, I learned swimming, fishing, and simple cooking! I... I am hardworking and brave, I can wash the deck, I can cook, I can watch the night and move the cargo..."

"I don't need that ship!" He looked over beggingly, "Sir, can you accept me? Let me go to sea like my father, okay?"

Lorraine looked at him fixedly: "Being a sailor in a merchant ship will be very hard. You have to learn a lot, and you must know that the sea eats people."

"I'm not afraid of death! Compared to death, I'm more afraid...I'm afraid that after you send me to Mr. Layton, I will gradually forget my father...I don't want to forget him, I don't want to forget..."

Big tears rolled out of the boy's eyes, but he kept his eyes open, afraid of missing the one that might come, and nodded slightly.

Lorraine looked at Hana with a wry smile.

"Haina, do you know? The first time I went to sea was eight years old. I was an intern on a relative's merchant ship. I would do nothing but make trouble..."

Haina was quiet, without any expression: "You are the captain, so you don't need to ask for my opinion."

"You're shirking responsibility..."

"you guessed right."

"Really..." The wry smile on Lorraine's face deepened, "Pierce Artis..."

The boy stood upright with a snap: "Yes, Mr. Captain!"

"In the near future, I will form the Drake Chamber of Commerce. If you bring a boat to buy shares, I can consider giving you 10% of the shares."

Lorraine thought it over and said, "This is likely to be a loss-making business, because if the assets of the Chamber of Commerce cannot exceed 8,000 pounds, the value of 10% of the shares will be lower than my original arrangement for you."

"I don't care about money! Sir!"

"You have to learn to care, because businessmen are born to deal with money." Lorraine stood up, smiled and extended his hand to Pierce, "Welcome, Mr. Pierce Artis, the second intern, you have been admitted."