Reborn As a Pirate

The little girl is so energetic...

Sitting on a wooden box with fishing gear, Dylan flipped through his signature dead fish eyes and looked at the sea and sky in the distance.

Today's weather is very good, very suitable for driving a small boat to go fishing offshore, very suitable for sunbathing for a day, and then going to the tavern with bronzed and slightly tingling skin.

Badilla likes this kind of skin the most. Touching this kind of skin will make her excited, and even her waist will be twisted extraordinarily hard, bringing people an experience of ecstasy.

Such good days are not long...

Dylan knew that the nosy old Leonard had already written to the three of them, asking them to go to Southampton to report and take a merchant ship from the Northwest Europe Branch to the New World to have a family reunion.

In a few months, when the yellow-faced woman in the family came to settle in the manor with her three children, he would no longer be able to so grandiosely go to the town to recruit prostitutes, at least... he would have to go to the next town with a lot of trouble.

It's such a sad story, like the good manor suddenly parachuted by a passionate young housekeeper.

The Caribbean branch, why are there such superfluous people?

"Why!"

Dylan sighed heavily, straightened his back, and suddenly saw a St. George's flag fluttering at the end of the sea and sky.

The snow-white St. George's flag and the bright red side cross fluttered in the wind, making the sound of hunting wind in people's ears, getting higher and closer.

The thick mast jumped out of the sea, followed by the slender shadow of the ship.

The posture of the ship is very vigorous. Judging from the design of the details, it should be a newly built Brigantine, but the hull was unexpectedly damaged, scorched and damaged. From the hull to the mast, repairs were rushed. There is also a huge gap in the poop, as if it had just survived a naval battle.

That is not the key point, the key point is that this ship is heading for the fishing port.

What ship would head straight for this deserted fishing port?

The captain is back?

Dylan vaguely saw the silhouettes of a pair of beauties on the bow. The man was tall and tall, and the woman was slim. But the distance was too far for him to see clearly.

He quickly pushed Hill who was dozing off beside him.

"Dude, there's a boat!"

Hill tilted his head with a hopeless expression, and picked off the large particles of gum from the corners of his eyes: "Man, this is an offshore sea, and there are boats at any time."

"It's not one of those boats. It's Brigantine. It's coming for us."

"What? Brigantine?"

Hill opened his eyes wide, hurriedly stood up, climbed to the top of the building in two or three steps, set up a pergola and looked into the distance.

His eyes are very good. When he was on the flagship of Lorraine, his position was the fifth lookout of the mainmast and the third lookout of the foremast. Even Lorraine said that those gray eyes, which are always uncleaned, must be Blessed by the gods.

However, their actions did not go through the permission of Miss Steward.

The lecture was at its climax, one of the lecturers was dead asleep, and the two were whispering to each other, chatting happily, and talking, one of them began to climb the roof, and even put on the shameful pose of a pelican courting in public.

Miss Offie is angry!

"Hey! Is this how men in England deal with supervisors! What about your etiquette? Your..."

"Shut up,

Forty Pound Chick! "

"You! You, you, you!" Miss Offee was choked up for the first time, blushing and dumbfounded.

Dylan stood up and slapped another old man on the back of the head: "Bato, get up, a gunboat is approaching, neutral damage, hoist the St. George flag."

Barto, who hadn't even wiped his hat clean, jumped three feet high, and was swept into the hut like a whirlwind. After a while, he hung his rapier and spear on his back, and took out the sidearms of his two partners along the way.

Miss Offee stared blankly at the three people whose temperament had changed suddenly, and stammered and asked, "Who... can anyone tell me what happened?"

Dylan took the rifle that Barto handed over, raised the gun and tried to aim it.

"Obviously, the forty pound girl, the damaged gunboat is heading to the pier. Either the captain is back, or cunning pirates pretending to be British ships are preparing to rob our fishing port for rest."

"Sea... pirates?"

"Don't make such a fuss." Dylan licked his lips and grinned, "They are 4 kilometers away from us, and Hill will tell you the answer soon. Even if they are really pirates, you still have enough time to gather the black slaves and Indians , to defend our estate."

"Really?"

"Why do you think the captain chose the three of us to guard the fishing port? The stormtroopers, the signal room, and the watchtower, we are all sailors at the level of sailors. The reason why we stay at the dock is to protect the safety of the manor, not to remove moss!"

Before the words fell, Hill on the roof shouted loudly: "The target is confirmed! It's the captain and Ms. Yesra! Put away your knives and guns, and get ready to meet!"

...

It took nearly half an hour before the Hyla against the wind slowly approached the pier.

The deck of the ship was lowered, and Lorraine and Henna walked down the deck arm in arm, and saw Dylan standing upright head-on.

"Old Dylan, long time no see."

Dylan snapped to attention and saluted: "Welcome the captain back home!"

Lorraine nodded noncommittally, turned her head, and looked at Miss Offie in surprise: "Opheus McCarthy, I don't remember ever employing a beautiful Irish lady in my estate."

Miss Offee coughed twice: "Reporting president, I am Offie McCarthy, the information liaison officer assigned by the Caribbean Branch to the General Chamber of Commerce. Since your whereabouts are uncertain and you are unwilling to disclose to the branch, Parker The branch president thinks it is necessary to add this position.”

"Are you the liaison?"

"Yes. In addition, considering that the Drake Villa has not yet assigned a butler, President Parker ordered me to take this position temporarily. It is up to you to decide whether to assign another one."

"Housekeeper..." Lorraine touched his chin, which hadn't been smooth for a long time, "Dylan, how long has Miss McCarthy been a housekeeper?"

"Almost three weeks."

"Are you competent?"

"Very verbose."

"In other words, she is very competent...I heard that your eldest daughter also has that kind of lively personality who cares about everything?"

Dylan sighed heavily: "Yes, my daughter learned from Madam. I heard that they will come to Lucy in July at the latest. I think she and Miss McCarthy can become good friends."

"That's great." Lorraine smiled and reached out to Miss Offee, "Miss McCarthy, in view of your good performance during this period, your probationary period is over. I hope you have a good time in the manor."

The wicked heretic suddenly became so talkative that Miss Offey was on her guard.

In addition to being vigilant, she still remembered her other job, liaison officer.

She pointed to the Hyla and asked, "President...no, sir, what's the matter with this ship?"

"This ship?" Lorraine looked back at the Hyla, "Do you know what I did before?"

This question is Miss Offee's back scale.

She puffed her mouth angrily: "Only the three people at the dock in the manor know why you have gone, and even Branch President Parker asked them, and the answer they got was no comment."

"You didn't try to bribe them?"

"How can you do this!"

"Aha...it's okay, you're right, this is indeed an untimely move." Lorraine glanced at Dylan regretfully, and said to Miss Offee, "I went on an expedition to Central America a while ago."

"Expedition? Maya?"

"As you said, I'm going to look for the remains of the Sun God."

"Did you find it?"

"No."

"Then this ship?"

"On my way back, I encountered a band of pirates resting on a beach. Like every honest gentleman, I attacked them."

Miss Offee showed a look of seeing a ghost: "During the expedition, you attacked a group of pirates on land?"

"right."

"Stolen their boat?"

"right."

"Then why is the ship broken like this?"

"Oh, the pirates have a lot of people, so I played a little trick and detonated some of their ammunition to even out the gap in numbers."

"You are a devil..." Ofe looked at Lorraine in horror, "What are you going to do next?"

"Aren't you the liaison officer? Please inform President Parker to come to the fishing port to accept the gunboat. This ship needs to be repaired, and it needs to be named better."

"Ah good."

"Are there any questions?"

"there is none left……"

"If not, we'll go back to the manor."

Lorraine led the way, and Miss Offey followed behind in a daze, mingling with a group of laughing and chatting sailors.

The moment she walked out of the pier, she heard Hannah say to Dylan: "The pier should be cleaned, there are moss marks and green spots everywhere, and it is easy to slip."

Dylan stood at attention with a snap: "Tomorrow the pier will be completely new, I assure you, Ms. Yesra!"

Miss Offee was so angry that she jumped into the sky: "Didn't you just swear that your job is not moss removal!"

"This is not moss removal, this is an order." Dylan replied solemnly.