Reborn As a Pirate

The person responsible for welcoming the Golden Deer and the four branch leaders was, of course, Miss Offie McCarthy, the housekeeper of the manor and the liaison person of the branch stationed in the headquarters.

It's only been three days. After receiving Lorraine's official acceptance, the easy-to-satisfy Miss Offee rapidly improved her aura at a rate of eighteen times a day. Under the country atmosphere.

Delicate light makeup, calm look, long hair simply tied up with hairpins and ribbons, a snug black tuxedo, and a fluffy and wide pure white lace skirt on the lower body, all of which show the solemnity and competence of a housekeeper.

She bowed slightly to the guests: "The two presidents, the two admirals, the master is waiting for you at the manor. There is a rich and delicious English morning tea there. I hope you have a pleasant meal."

This is the one and only greeting. After she finished speaking, Miss Offee turned around proudly with her chin raised, and snorted in a nasal voice the moment her eyes swept over Chuck.

Olmert couldn't figure it out, and secretly tugged on Old Leonard's sleeve: "Arthur, is she really that stupid little Irish girl?"

"This... who knows? Maybe it's just a similar look?"

"It's me." Chuck smiled and turned his head. "It seems that Ms. McCarthy has finally found a suitable position. The previous three letters are also the same. The wording and expression are in place. Obviously, they have worked hard."

"Young people are always full of possibilities." Leonard sighed, "Let's go too. The captain's patience is not good, and he will be scolded if he waits for a long time."

"Chairman...Is your temper bad?"

...

A group of five people walked slowly along the forest path to the manor, passed through the iron gate, and the scenery suddenly dawned.

On the undulating grassy hills, a burly young man is painting leisurely with an oil pastel. A plate full of sandwiches is placed at his feet, and he has not moved a single bite. Some grass stalks are scattered on the snow-white bread. Leaves, few in number, are evidently windblown.

Miss Offee glanced at it in surprise, she couldn't believe that Bell, who had always been reincarnated like a starving ghost, would have a day when he didn't care about food.

Something must have gone wrong!

Miss Offee really wanted to break through this layer of fog, but unfortunately now is not the time, and she still has the important task of reception.

She thought with regret, waved her hand, and guided the guests across the pasture to the manor villa on the edge of the cliff.

Lorraine greeted him with a smile: "Punctual as always, Chuck, nine thirty, not bad."

"This is all thanks to the two admirals. It is their superb command that saved me time at sea."

"It seems that you get along well." Lorraine passed Chuck and looked at the three people behind him. "It's sunny today, gentlemen, good appetite."

The sumptuous English morning tea was served on the open-air dining table under Miss Offie's command. Lorraine led the branch members to chat and sit down. On one side were Chuck and old Leonard, on the other side were Cotterence and O. Ermert.

The sacred dining table can't accommodate official business, so it can only adjust food with wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Lorraine chatted with the two young local snakes for a while, and the topic was mostly the non-existent Mayan adventure, neither the speaker nor the listener had any intention.

After finally finishing their meal, Miss Offee led the three of Leonard to visit the villa, leaving only Lorraine and Chuck to move under the parasol.

"Chuck,

The chapter is doing well. Cane sugar, coffee, spices, fruits and grains, leaving North America aside, the special products of the New World are relatively simple, and the current environment cannot accommodate the lucrative Sino-North American triangular trade. You are right to focus on South America. "

Chuck nodded: "The trade between the Caribbean Sea and South America can only ensure the self-sufficiency of the branch. If you want to create profits and recover costs, you still have to export to Northwest Europe."

"There is no rush." ​​Lorraine smiled, "Unless you increase your investment, it will take time and luck to build a large enough ocean-going fleet. The Europe Northwest Branch has insufficient background, and it won't be able to draw much for the time being." ship across the ocean."

"This is conservative!" Chuck frowned. "Chairman, Northwest Oubei is very stable, so you can deploy more Brig and Brigentine. You should put pressure on President Piddick!"

"Unfortunately, I am more inclined to Ramos' opinion on this point. Northwest Europe is still in the development stage, and there is no reason to actively increase operational risks."

"If this is the case...the Caribbean may have to wait until two years if it wants to recover its investment."

"Two years is two years. Our greatest asset is youth. What's more, as long as I can bring back more ships, the time to turn losses into profits will only be short, not long."

"The spirit of a gambler..." Chuck sighed with a complex expression, "Actually, I would rather have my employer be a pure businessman."

"We are privateers. We take advantage of and plunder. Even if we only talk about legal means, we have more choices than ordinary merchants. Don't bind yourself to boring contracts, my president."

"I understand..." Chuck breathed out in a low voice, "President, I need to report on the three things you explained."

"Say it."

"The Golden Deer returned to Zhao intact. With the 70 sailors you brought as the backbone, Vice President Leonard made up the manpower on board. The selection criteria are very high, and more than half of them have service experience in the Royal Navy."

"I believe in the eyes of you and old Leonard."

"Thank you, Chairman. Second, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson is not in Kingston. He went to Barbados with the Badger a few days ago and left you a message, [If you can arrive in Barbados before May 1, I will be there Wait for you】."

"Barbados?"

"Barbados."

"Do you know what it is?"

"I checked with the old people in the army. It seems that my uncle is planning to organize a big battle in the Windward Islands to defeat the French's conspiracy to occupy the Windward Islands. The New World Fleet is gathering for Barbados, and my uncle has also passed."

"Sir Parker in command? Where is the Duke of Wales?"

"With uncle."

Lorraine whistled in surprise.

HMS Duke of Wales is the flagship of Sir Parker, a 98 second-class battleship, and the general flagship of the Royal Navy's New World Fleet.

If even she joins the battle, it means that Sir Parker is not satisfied with simple "expulsion" or "frustration" this time, but is preparing to organize a battle with a clear purpose.

The sea power of the French in the New World is not far behind that of the United Kingdom. Combined with the intelligence collected by Lorraine in New Orleans, the Dutch are not restless.

Initiating a decisive battle rashly, Sir Parker is unlikely to be sure of winning.

"Is it hard to be sure of victory..." Lorraine pondered for a moment, "Chuck, sir, is he going to restore order in the Caribbean?"

"Reconstruction?" Chuck was stunned for a while, and said in embarrassment, "Chairman, it is a taboo for people who leave the military to inquire about military affairs. Regarding this matter, I have not pursued it further, nor have I thought about it."

"That's right... There are still eight days, more than enough time, I will ask Lieutenant Colonel Nelson myself. About the third matter..."

"I'm about to report to you about the crimes committed by Lieutenant Commander of the Royal Navy, admiral of the Continental Squadron and helmsman of the Lion, Mr. Bell Judea..."