Reborn As a Pirate

Elgin's theater is a standard whispering wall structure. The towering dome is supported by a series of rib-like curved arch beams, supporting the flat-bottomed egg-shaped space inside.

The front of the theater is a round stage, and the near door is surrounded by two or three hundred seats, with slanted arches upwards, and six small terrace-style private rooms on each side. Although only four or five square meters, they are magnificently decorated.

Lorraine took Heina's arm and nodded goodbye to Piddick and his wife, stepping on a thick Scottish wool rug into the private room.

There were only three purple wide-backed armchairs covered in flannel, surrounding a small round table.

On the table are three small looking glasses with handles, black tea and refreshments, and a sign decorated with red and green Scottish checks, with a huge [VII] written on both sides.

Lorraine moved the seat for Henna first, then sat on the seat adjacent to Mr. Piddick, and lifted the bone china teacup in front of her.

"Do you want tea?"

Hannah raised her veil: "The kind with sugar and milk?"

"You can also add nothing."

Hana thought for a while: "Yes."

Lorraine smiled wryly and poured tea for Henna. It was amber in color, 70% full, and the bitter aroma was wafting, refreshing.

Henna picked up the cup with both hands, took a sip, frowned, and began to add milk and sugar, a lot of milk, a lot of sugar.

She clinked and stirred a whole cup of amber jade until it turned milky white, and then she was satisfied with the taste. She licked her lips and muttered: "It tastes good."

"Sweet milk must taste good..."

The theater was brightly lit, and the complicated glass chandeliers reflected a blurred light on the dome, illuminating a podium in the middle of the stage.

Standing on the podium was a young gentleman, tall and straight, who resembled Mr. Piddick five-fifths.

Mr. Piddick poked his head out beside the partition: "That's my nephew Ramos. He served in the Royal Navy, and then he injured his back. He retired and came back to run Black Harbor. He is a capable young man."

"Little Mr. Piddick... looks like a talent." Lorraine complimented.

"After the meeting, I will introduce you to each other. You are all young people, so you should get closer."

Lorraine nodded with a smile: "Mr. Laupidick."

Ramos stood on the stage, waited for a while, and saw almost all the businessmen attending the meeting.

There were 150 or 60 people sitting scattered under the stage, and six of the twelve private rooms were filled.

His uncle, Mr. Piddick, pointed to Lorraine with a sign, indicating to him that this was the abandoned son of the Drake family that he had mentioned to him two days ago.

Ramos cleared his throat and thumped the hammer.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Port Ergen Auction. I am your master of ceremonies, Ramos Pidik. There are many rare treasures and rare treasures participating in this auction. I sincerely hope that you can return with a full load."

"First of all, today's first lot, an exquisite canvas from Lossiemouth..."

Lorraine absently sipped black tea in the private room.

The tea is average, it is native to Scotland, and the taste is far less mellow than that of Ceylon and India, but the milk is good, and the refreshments are also good.

Lorraine has seen many auctions on TV, art auctions, charity auctions, and land auctions...of course it is a TV series.

According to the process of general auction houses, the first three lots are used to warm up the scene, which are generally not valuable things.

Like the canvas of Lossiemouth.

The mainsail of a sailing ship is often bigger than the ship. Even if it is broken during the voyage, it is usually repaired. Who would take up a precious cargo warehouse to store a large piece of sail?

It is really to the point where there is nothing to mend, and the ship will enter the port. Naturally, there are sails to buy in the dock, and they seldom change hands, and the price is cheap.

Why bother to prepare your own sails?

The auction went smoothly all the way to the third item.

Ramos asked the workers to push a big cart,

Peeling off the tarpaulin reveals an exquisite... ballista crafted from offcuts of teak wood.

The ballista is the main naval warfare weapon before the artillery became popular, including a base, a turntable, a crossbow, an arrow, a long cable connected to the arrow, and a winch for tightening the long cable.

After the artillery became popular, this kind of auxiliary port, which could barely smash small fishing boats, lost its power for a while, until the rise of the whaling industry turned it into a sharp claw on fishing boats.

So it also has a more familiar name called Harpoon Cannon.

This is the first goal of Lorraine's auction, and the priority ranks third.

Ramos said: "Bell Dockyard is well-known in the north of Scotland. This harpoon gun was designed and built by dockyard apprentice Karen Scott. It is made of high-quality materials and exquisite workmanship. Fork and five hundred meters of standard fork line, which Mr Scott undertakes to install himself. Bids start at £5, with increments of ten shillings each."

Lorraine motioned for Henna to raise her card.

Ramos's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted: "Private Room No. 7, five pounds!"

Before he finished his sentence, there were four or five cards competing to hold high in succession in the audience, and the price of the Harpoon Cannon rose all the way, and soon rose to eight pounds.

Lorraine couldn't help being a little puzzled. Could it be that Elgin's auction venue is particularly popular with whaling merchants?

Otherwise, why does a harpoon gun that should go into the museum still set off a high tide?

He leaned over the baffle and exchanged a glance with Mr. Piddick: "Sir, are you willing to explain my doubts?"

Piddick had been waiting for Lorraine to ask.

He laughed loudly and explained: "This bid is not about guns, but an opportunity to get in touch with Mr. Scott."

"Contact? An apprentice?"

"He's no ordinary apprentice." Piddick snubbed, "Riley Bell is the best boatman in Mary County in recent decades. Old-eyed, retired to Loseymouth, and opened Bell's Dockyard."

"Karen Scott is Mr. Bell's disciple, and he is the best disciple. He has inherited the master's mantle and has been an apprentice for a long time. It is only because Mr. Bell is in poor health that he treats him as an apprentice. Take care of the teacher."

Lorraine suddenly became interested: "You mean...apprentices are not apprentices?"

"In the past six years, Bell Dockyard has been basically run by him. Not only has the reputation of the dockyard not fallen, but it has a better reputation than Bell's own. Do you think he is an apprentice?"

Hearing what Piddick said, Lorraine was confused instead.

"Sir, according to you, he is loyal and highly valued, why..."

"Bell died years ago."

"died?"

"Yes, Bell died, and his son hired a new master craftsman and manager within a month of inheriting the shipyard. Mr. Scott, as the signboard of the shipyard, is still an apprentice to this day. Why do you say that is?"

Lorraine's eyes lit up.

In just a short time, the bidding for the ballista had risen to a high price of eleven pounds. Lorraine chuckled lightly and took the sign from Haina.

"Fifteen pounds."

The venue was suddenly quiet.

The nobleman in the private room bid for the second time, raising the bid to eight beats in one breath, obviously determined to win for Scott.

Most people hesitated until Ramos began to count down, and no one tried to raise the row: "Fifteen pounds and ten..."

"Thirty pounds." Lorraine stood up and bowed around the boxes. He said, "The lack of manpower on board makes everyone laugh."