Reborn As a Pirate

thick fog...

The milky white fog was boundless, and the visibility was less than five meters. For a large ship 30 meters long and 8 meters wide, this distance is almost nothing.

Lorraine felt as if he had gotten into a cloud. Except for the fog, there was still fog in front of him.

where are they How far? Where are you headed?

The precise sense of direction and distance in the past have all failed. Under the stimulation of the faint, faint sulfur smell, even the sense of smell is about to be lost.

The only thing Lorraine can rely on is the compass, which is telling him that they are to the south.

When entering the foggy area, the ship will involuntarily start to turn south. The turbulent ocean current is stubborn and stubborn. If you don't follow it to steer the rudder, it can overturn the whole ship.

The wind here is also strange...

The Butterfly is clearly on the edge of the trade wind belt, but the wind here seems scattered and erratic.

Brigantine's overly strong wind-catching ability turned out to be a flaw, and the blowing made the hull sway from side to side, restless for a moment.

No, Lorraine can only lower all the sails.

The square sail, the longitudinal sail, the catching sail, and the bow sail, only one of the four bow sails is left, and it is connected to the control boom. Keren personally handles the sail and manually catches the wind.

The Pansies were driven almost exclusively by currents.

But even so, Lorraine still felt that the speed of the ship was too fast, so he decided to take a risk and asked the seepage compartment to suspend drainage.

He asked the sailors to draw red and blue double lines on the bulkhead to maintain nearly half of the cabin's water filling volume, and drain water from the blue line, never allowing the water level to reach the red line.

In this way, the seawater injected by the Butterfly can reach 140-160 tons, and the seawater can be easily touched by reaching out of the gun port.

The danger of sinking the ship was self-evident, and the sailors began to pray to God.

Lorraine has no faith to pray...

The belief in his previous life has not yet been born in this life, and the belief in this life is under the sea, and every sailor is welcome to drown in the hospitable Nooton at any time.

Talk to Niord at this time, he is not crazy.

Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Maybe it's because people's brains are extra active when they save themselves, Lorraine suddenly thought of a good idea...

He did what he said, and asked the sailors to tie Yacharin, who was familiar with the sea and good at steering, to the tip of the bowsprit, and temporarily created a human figure.

Trembling, Acharin reluctantly became the eyes and mouth of the Pansy. A full row of twenty sailors lined up from the forecastle to the stern, becoming the gap between him, Keren and Lorraine. Contact link.

It wasn't until this time that the fear of walking by the oil pan and slipping on the millstone gradually dissipated from the hearts of the sailors.

It is only a matter of time before they get out of the fog zone, as long as the compass is not damaged, they will never become wandering in the sea...

"Ghost ship!" Yacharin screamed suddenly, "Full left rudder! Full rudder!"

Without even thinking about it, Lorraine turned the steering wheel to the end.

The Butterfly turned sideways slowly, and within 15 degrees, a shadow of the ship was torn out silently in the thick fog, and lightly bumped into the bow side of the Butterfly, and slid away with just a light knock.

The sides of the two ships passed side by side, and the hulls squeezed and rubbed against each other, making a screeching sound.

Lorraine was suddenly blessed to his heart: "Throw the rope! Get on board!"

After speaking, he jammed the steering wheel, picked up the cable on the side and jumped over directly.

Crack!

The semi-decayed deck made a series of small explosions. Lorraine bent over and opened his hands, not daring to move, for fear that the deck would be trampled down by excessive movements.

But the sailors still did not take action.

Seeing that the two ships were passing by, the light Henna slid down from the watchtower and jumped overboard with Nuoya. Pierce and Keren also dropped the work at hand, throwing cables, hooks, and hanging on the plank of the ship.

The sailors woke up like a dream, twisted the cables, tied knots, and finally tied the two boats back together.

Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief,

Throwing the cable in his hand to Hannah, he said softly, "Tie the mainmast, don't tie it too tight..."

After working for nearly half an hour, the two boats were finally tightly locked together. Lorraine tried to move around. The oak planks could still support it, but he needed to be careful, especially the seams and stubbles.

This is a two-masted caravel ship, about 20 meters long and 6 meters wide. The front and rear Latin sails are the biggest difference between her and other multi-masted ships.

From a historical point of view, the Caravel type is a great design of the Portuguese. With the heyday of Portugal's maritime affairs, it has swept the world, and it has gradually disappeared as this small country has fallen into the second-rate.

Since Galen ships have replaced Karak ships as the first choice for ocean-going ships, it has been difficult to see such flexible, stable but lacking explosive multi-masted sailing ships on the sea.

Just like the one at the foot of Lorraine.

The rotten black ship planks, torn canvas, rusty small-caliber guns on the gun deck, and sporadic pale and desperate bones all told Lorraine that she was a ship with a history of hundreds or even hundreds of years. old ship.

Naturally, no living beings can be seen on board.

There are no living people, no ghosts at all, only the fine and slight cracks and cracks that pass by, announcing the end of the life of the big ship.

This ship is no longer usable, her decay is not limited to the outside, even the key such as the core and keel have not escaped the torment of time.

Lorraine's idea of ​​using local materials to repair the ship suddenly came to naught, and he could only continue to explore the coffin with the idea of ​​exploring.

He first went down to the bottom cabin with Henna and Noah, pried open the bottom deck, and saw the dark pebbles in the ballast.

This shows that this ship is not a pirate ship. Pirate ships are used to looting gold and silver for ballast, and pirates who were able to use such a large ship hundreds of years ago must have a lot of gold and silver in their hands.

They entered the stern cabin again and looked at the cabin from bottom to top.

Most of the things in the cabin are decayed, facing the owner who turned into bones day and night, only a few are still intact

Lorraine found a very well-preserved nautical quadrant. This ancient astrolabe was wrapped in oilcloth and flannel, and the name of the maker or user was engraved on the carved and gold-coated copper pillar.

【Harvey Barden】

"A Spanish navigator..." Lorraine looked through the cabin carefully, and said clearly, "I think, I roughly guessed why they lost their way in this small foggy area."

"why?"

Hana didn't pay much attention to this kind of question, and while asking, she took off the beautiful sailor knife on the wall.

With a click, she drew only the handle, leaving the blade in its sheath.

Seeing her depressed look, Lorraine couldn't help laughing.

"This is the navigator's cabin, but there is no compass."

"Where's their compass?"

"Maybe it was damaged, maybe it was lost. In short, they lost their way in the fog and were forced to be trapped in the ocean currents. Until now, they have become ghosts."

Hana threw away the rotten knife in her hand: "Why don't they use a quadrant?"

"It's daytime now." Lorraine pointed regretfully at the top of his head, "There is no sun during the day, and no stars at night. The reason why this latitude finder was carefully put away was not because it was expensive, but because it was helpless."

"It's too dead..."

"Captain!" Nuoya's pleasantly surprised voice came from the next door, interrupting Haina's words abruptly, "Come here quickly! I found the sailing diary!"