Reborn As a Pirate

Europe in 1775 was calm, like a storm was approaching, which made people tremble with depression.

In September, the New World Fleet of the Royal Navy of Great Britain entered its rotation period.

The new Admiral, Baron Elijah Drake, was on his new flagship, HMS Lion, the latest third-class ship of the Royal Navy. On the way to his post, he encountered a storm and unfortunately died for his country.

Then six months flew by...

Lorraine was lying in a small room with her eyes closed.

The brown wooden door is half-opened and half-closed on the left-hand side, and the log-spliced ​​bed board is placed on the opposite side of the door.

Mildew stains on the walls.

Following the mildew, there is a half-old cabinet at the end of the bed. The upper layer is split and the lower layer has five drawers.

The fine cracks on the wooden frame are the only pattern on its body. If you stare at it, your mind will uncontrollably guess when the cabinet collapsed.

They are the only objects in this room, and here is Lorraine's new home where she has lived in for half a year.

Devon, Tavistock town.

This place is less than two kilometers away from Drake's hereditary baron's luxurious manor, and the field path connecting the two places as far as the eye can see, but to Lorraine, it is like a natural moat.

He is the second young master of the Drake family, or rather, he used to be.

Six months ago, his doting father died on his way to the New World.

Four months ago, his elder brother, who inherited the title, suddenly seemed to be a different person, and drove his illegitimate son and his unnamed pagan mother out of the old house.

Half a month ago, Helena, who had been in poor health, died of illness.

At that moment, the sixteen-year-old Lorraine finally completely disconnected from the world.

He was free, whether that freedom was what he wanted or not.

Lorraine opened his eyes, picked up the old rucksack hanging at the end of the bed, and walked out of the room expressionlessly.

Today is an important day. His titular master and titular final guardian, Shaq Francis Drake, will tell him the final result of the family's treatment of him.

What is the result?

Lorraine doesn't care.

He walked into the living room with a cold smile, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Shaq who had been standing there for a long time.

Shaq was wearing a decent tuxedo, holding a scepter studded with emeralds, his handsome face was stiff because of his seriousness, his sea blue eyes were bright, but he didn't look at Lorraine.

Lorraine twitched the corner of her mouth disdainfully: "I can't find a place to stay in the farmhand's house for a while, my dear Master Drake?"

Shaq still didn't go to see Lorraine.

His eyes moved, as if the mold spots on the wall were a beautiful sea chart.

"Don't sneer, my stupid brother," he said. "You should remember that sarcasm is the false dignity of the weak, and nothing else."

"But I have always felt that self-righteous arrogance is hypocrisy." Lorraine walked over, dragged away the chair, and put his feet on the table in front of Shaq, "My lord, where is my judgment?" ?”

Shaq frowned slightly.

He stomped his cane, and the butler Falky entered the door with a large suitcase. He saluted Lorraine first, then carefully lifted the suitcase and put it on the table where Lorraine rested his feet.

Lorraine turned his head to look.

This is a very good suitcase, buffalo leather, 90% new, with clear clover patterns printed on the light brown leather surface, and the flowers bloom one by one, showing the rural style of Ireland.

Lorraine didn't ask what was in the box, but just pouted at Forky.

The box was quickly opened, revealing the orderly arrangement inside in front of Lorraine.

On the left and right sides are parchment documents framed with glass and nanmu, and in the middle are three hundred gold pounds neatly tied up with leather ropes.

Three hundred pounds is a lot of money in England,

It would take a middle-class family about ten years to save this amount, even without food or drink.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "You are such a generous master."

"In the eyes of the family, you need to have a decent life even if you're kicked out of the house, and that represents Drake's face."

"They're really wide-ranging."

Lorraine stopped paying attention to the gold pounds, put down her feet, and slid her slender fingers gently on the glass.

Two documents...

The document on the left is from the famous Cambridge University Law School, which is a formal admission permit, while the document on the right...

[In the name of the king, I give Mr. Drake the right to defend the legitimate interests of the seas and attack the enemies of the kingdom...Elizabeth I, March 27, 1571]

This was the privateer's license that Lorraine had been looking forward to for a year.

Two hundred years ago, Queen Elizabeth I awarded it to Francis Drake. With this, the seven sea dragons roamed the world. From an insignificant bankrupt businessman, he counterattacked and became a legend on the sea.

Today, two hundred years later, it still has the sacred and inviolable legal effect. Through this thin piece of paper, the king of England authorized merchants to become pirates at any time and legally, robbing enemy ships all over the world in the name of the kingdom.

Seeing it, Lorraine smiled even more freely.

"This is your final decision, lawyer or businessman?"

"This is the family's judgment." Shaq still stood up straight. "The family believes that compared with having illegitimate children and heretics in the family, unworthy descendants who choose jobs that are indecent are more appropriate reasons for expulsion."

"Sure enough, it's Drake's face again."

Lorraine spat, took out the privateering license from the box, stuffed it into the backpack, got up immediately, and went out.

The moment he passed Shaq, he suddenly said, "You know? I smell freedom."

"This is your illusion." Shaq responded coldly.

"It's not an illusion." Lorraine paused every word, firmly, "When I come back and return all this to you in front of mother, you will know that this is not an illusion."

Shaq laughed for the first time: "If you give up the gold pound, it means you are penniless. With you like this, how can you expect to come back before I die of old age?"

"I'll be back." Lorraine shook his head gently, "Shaq, you are a descendant of the first Lord Drake, a traditional and proud nobleman in England...but I am not."

"My veins flow the blood of Francis Drake, the dragon of the seven seas, and the blood of Inger Anason, the lord of Iceland. The descendants of pirates never accept charity. What we want, we prefer to get it ourselves .”

...

Heavy rain came suddenly.

The downpour of rain washed the streets and hills of Tavistock, washing away the stains and dispelling the gloom.

On a hillside in the back of the sun, a new nameless stele without a cross stands alone. The stele is square and slant to the northwest.

A delicate pansy flower is carved on the top of it, and an epitaph with exactly the same meaning is engraved below in three languages: English, Viking and Simplified Chinese.

【Here lies a stupid woman】

【She used to be the daughter of the sea】

【She gave up the sea for love, but failed to find her sea after losing her true love】

【She longs to smell the sea】

【She failed, her body turned into bubbles in this valley where the sea cannot be seen】

【May Niord not forget her, can blow up a storm on the sea, and sweep across the dry valley】

[May she find her way back to the ship city of Noot, and not float in the sky forever]

【May her soul rest in peace】

【May her lover not go to heaven】

[They first met at sea, and they should stay together at sea in the end]

[A ghost that does not exist in the world, Zheng Anyue, engraved in C.E.1776]