Reborn As a Pirate

"The enemy ship on the port side is approaching!"

"Saturation warning! The distance, the vortex escape and the Rice launch are approaching one after another!"

"Romantic is heading forward to block the robbery! Evade!"

Desperate!

On the Valkyrie, Lorraine's suffocation was unbearable, which can be seen only from the writing board in his hand that is covered with marks.

What is Lorraine's style?

Although he is a rare top scorer in the history of the sea school, and during the school, he also got a unique record of complete victory in the homework on the map, but Lorraine never thought that he could become the top naval commander of this era.

His style is extremely dependent on inspiration, and he likes to indulge those fickle, unplanned whims to fill the gaps in strategy and tactics.

Writing and calculation are of course necessary in his tactical system. After all, real gamblers are completely rational strategists before placing bets, and Lorraine is no exception.

But now is war time.

As the basic state of gambling, Lorraine should consciously buy and leave the moment the dealer hands out the cards. The follow-up contest is about card skills, acting skills, inspiration and the favor of fate, but it is no longer related to probability.

Lorraine should have known this best.

But he still picked up the writing board, which was almost equivalent to announcing that his dimensions had been messed up.

Lorraine flipped open a new piece of paper, scribbled on the ocean currents and wind direction, and drew the position of Valkyrie, the position of the robbed Romance and the replacement Storm Ocean, and the approaching Queen Anne's Revenge, Vortex Escape and Rice.

The screen suddenly turned to one side, and all the enemies were either in the front or on the port side. Even people who knew nothing about nautical charts could easily see that Valkyrie's bottom had been thoroughly figured out.

This feeling is really bad!

Lorraine puffed up his cheeks and drew a twisting oblique arc on the paper: "The starboard rudder is five degrees, and the side is slightly raised. The deck personnel will re-check the condition of the gun shield, and the irrelevant personnel will quickly clear the field."

His orders were quickly carried out, and the crew went to work almost numbly.

The Queen Anne's Revenge finally approached, and Blackbeard's own daughter approached 50 meters away from Valkyrie with unrecognizable steps, and the bombardment was long overdue.

boom! Boom boom boom!

(___)ノ｜Wall: "I was hit by a bullet~~"

The cannonballs flew over from a very short distance and hit the Valkyrie's hull one after another. A high-flying missile hit the gun shield, and the bracket of the gun shield was broken. Spinning from side to side, it crashed into the sea.

Lorraine's vision was thus broadened.

Through the gap, he saw a twisted piece of armor falling off in the shelling and falling into the sea. He couldn't help but sigh: "Adrey, which piece is this?"

"If it's only one piece this time, it will be the thirteenth piece."

Aidelai also held a writing board in his hand, on which there were counting patterns of four bars and one horizontal line, two of which were full pictures, and the last one had only two bars.

A few lines were left blank, and there was a dissatisfaction map of the three strengths. Edley felt the vibration of the hull, picked up the carbon rod, and filled it up immediately.

"In addition, the hull was shot five times, President."

Lorraine bit down on his writing board,

Complaining vaguely: "I know, it's so fun to play sandbags..."

Irritability can't solve any problems, Lorraine has always known this, so he quickly adjusted his state, and clamped the writing pad to his armpit.

"Lower another sail to improve stability."

"Let the lookout continue to be vigilant against Blackbeard's intention to board, as long as he doesn't board, the destroyer will not be able to hurt Valkyrie."

"Also, continue to send people to urge Karen... I remember that the repair time I requested was 30 minutes, but now it's more than 40 minutes. How long is he going to wait?"

Edley opened his mouth, and carefully defended Karen: "President, the first mate can't help it. The armor is falling off too fast, and the weights on both sides are constantly changing..."

"This is his problem, not mine." Lorraine pouted and twisted her neck, "Valkyrie didn't come to this world to be someone else's target ship."

"Tell him, I officially cancel the previous order. How long it takes to complete the center of gravity adjustment, this time is for him to decide!"

...

"Re-check the knots, double-check! Please remember that our temporary counterweight is a round barrel, not a bag of sand, nor the gold and volcanic rocks that are pressed in the bilge!"

"The price of fixed mistakes is life, just like the wind on a horse, the gunner who is crushed to death by a cannon, even God will not take you to heaven!"

"So, be careful!"

What echoed in the gun bay was Acharim's voice, from front to back, left and right.

Yacharin also wanted a more solemn lecture. The problem was that in order to regain the center of gravity in the shortest possible time, the deck of the gun cabin was now full of gun barrels removed from the gun carriage.

They are fixed in rows based on pillars, some are a little bit to the left, some are a lot to the right, crowding the passage, and they are uneven.

He could only jump and walk along the edge of the artillery, that feeling...

Like a wild monkey dancing in the rainforest!

Yacharin hated being turned into an incompetent wild monkey, and even more hated that his gun bay had lost order and turned into the chaotic and disordered ghost it is now.

after all……

"If there is another accident avoidance, I really don't even have a place to hide..."

He kicked the tightly bound cannon barrel by his feet, and swept across the cabin with eyes of hatred for killing his father and taking his wife.

The culprit, Karen, was at the stern of the cabin. In front of him was a tripod with a balancer, and the same tripods were on the left and right.

He knelt on the ground with one knee, keeping his eyes parallel to the balance meter, and read the scale one by one as the ship shook.

There are two groups of people like him on the ship, corresponding to the front, middle and rear three masts, each with a recorder, as well as a center liaison, a statistical summary person, etc., and finally compare the integrated value with his value, together sent back to him.

Yacharin once asked Karen whether the data obtained by such a test was really reliable, but Karen remained silent for a long time and said, "We don't have a more reliable method."

The answer is clear enough.

Karen did his best, but even if the temporary adjustments are fully completed, it is impossible for Valkyrie to return to the state before the accident. A little pessimistic estimate, maybe what they are doing is meaningless.

The familiar roar was transmitted to the body along with the shock.

Yacharin leaned on the bulkhead and stood on the shell boxes piled up at the stern of the cabin, listening silently.

Wow! starboard.

Whoa, whoa! port side.

He shrugged and crawled to Karen's side: "I have an illusion, big fool."

Karen has been staring at the balance instrument intently: "What illusion?"

"I always feel...the captain seems to have given up on treatment."

"Uh...abandon what?"

"Abandon the treatment, give up the treatment, I heard it from Daniel. I heard that the captain never let Daniel heal him, and he was unwilling to drink expensive alchemy potions, so Daniel created this new word, or the captain himself created it of."

Karen blinked his big eyes: "You mean... the captain is sick?"

The atmosphere in the cabin suddenly became invincible.

Nearly two hundred pairs of eyes stared straight at Yacharin, and the raging fire of gossip ignited the air, as if the explosion would come at any time.

Yacha Linzhi cleared his throat triumphantly: "No, no, no, I mean, the captain seems to have given up on evasion."

Hey~~~~

There were boos all over the place, the necks were all shrunk, and everyone wanted to eat and drink, and no one wanted to talk to this slag anymore.

Only Karen is honest.

"It doesn't seem like the evasion stopped long ago." He compared the data and explained to Yacharin, "Probably since we told the captain that the gun barrels will be used to adjust the center of gravity of the ship, the roll and roll of the ship have been controlled to a certain extent. Minimal."

"The captain is relying on Valkyrie's height and protection. In fact, if Blackbeard's ship had a gunner as good as you, we would have sunk long ago."

Yacharin froze in place, with his mouth open, unable to make a sound for a long time.

Karen didn't expect Yacharin to be so sentimental, and comforted him in a low voice: "Ajar, we have to trust the captain's ability to control the situation. He must have considered that pirate gunners are generally bad. What you have to do now is not to be moved, but to... ..."

"Me? An excellent gunnery commander?"

"ha?"

"You really admire me so much that you think I'm the best gunner in the world?"

Acharin blushed and his eyes shone brightly.

"Stupid, what, although I know that my charm is not limited to women, but I'm really not good at dealing with hot emotions of the same sex, if it's your sister..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly noticed that Karen's face was a bit grim.

"Uh... By the way, what did you say I should do now?"

"Get out." Karen lowered his head with a trembling voice, "Before I stuff the barrel into your asshole, get out!!!!"