Reborn As a Pirate

It was a scruffy man who was shouting at the fountain.

He has flaxen curly hair and green eyes, but the eyeballs are cloudy and not clear.

He was fat, with a short neck and a round belly. The upper body is wearing an old shirt that doesn't fit well, and the lower body is matched with dark brown suspenders with incomplete crotch buttons.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing muscular arms that did not match his figure, and a pair of large hands with protruding knuckles. There are obvious yellow spots on the fingers, and the nails are full of mud.

Sludge is the main reason why Lorraine thinks he is sloppy.

There is a lack of medicine during the sea voyage. Any regular sailor will pay attention to his personal hygiene as much as possible. Even if he cannot take a bath frequently, he will not leave dirt between his fingers.

But after careful observation, Lorraine overturned his original idea.

He is not sloppy.

Although the attire on his body was embarrassing, it was very clean, and even his hair was neatly arranged.

As for the sludge on the fingernails, it may be some kind of spot that is difficult to wash off all year round.

Sailors don't like suspenders at all, because they are not loose enough, and the cumbersome suspenders and buckles also affect the sailor's agility on board.

So this fat man is not from the sea...

Judging by his appearance, it is more likely that he is a landlubber who suddenly wants to go to sea when he reaches middle age.

Lorraine touched his chin and hid in the crowd, watching the landlubbers shouting in vain by the fountain.

"The Artis Chamber of Commerce is looking for sailors, looking for sailors, and also welcomes young people who are determined to make a fortune!"

"Our strength is very strong, we have ships! We have big ships!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked loudly, "Sir, have you ever been at sea?"

The fat man suddenly became hesitant: "Although...although I haven't been out before, but..."

"Can you swim?" Someone asked again, "If your esteemed gentleman falls into the water, how many people will it take to catch you?"

Loud laughter!

The fat man's face was blushing, and he stuck his neck in the crowd and argued strongly: "I can swim! I have swum in the river in my hometown, and even caught fish!"

The jeers grew louder.

Amid the continuous laughter, Lorraine slowly raised his hand.

He asked, "Sir, I can sail a boat. I just want to make sure of one thing, do you really have a boat?"

His voice reached Fatty's ears like the sound of heaven, Fatty's eyes lit up, and he nodded hastily.

"There is a ship! It is parked at Pier 13. It is a brand new big ship! A real sea ship!"

Lorraine smiled: "I happen to have thirteen shillings on me. I don't know how many shares I can take if I invest it?"

...

As the sun set, the fat man who had been admired for a day was walking down the street dejectedly, and Lorraine followed far behind, covering his nose to avoid the unpleasant smell on his body.

The fat man's name is Lake, Lake Artis, from Devonshire.

He ran an ancestral tanning workshop in the city of Plymouth, and was an excellent cobbler. The burn spots on his fingers and the strange smell of nitrate and putrid skin on his body are evidence of his rich experience in the industry.

However, these things are of no value to a sea merchant.

No matter how good his tanning skills are, he is still that untrusted landlubber. After working hard all day, only Lorraine, who is also distrusted, is willing to join the newly born Artis Chamber of Commerce.

Even apart from them, the Chamber of Commerce doesn't even have a decent sailor.

This frustrates Lake.

He heard people say that at least eight competent sailors are needed to start his big ship, but now he only has one, and he is still talking about whether he is competent or not.

His wish to go to sea has faded...

Heartbroken, Lake led Lorraine all the way to Pier 13, just to prove that he was credible.

After seeing the boat, he was going to sell the boat and use the money from the sale to pay off the huge debt of the cobbler's shop.

Now, it's time to break up.

Lake stood by the pier, pointed to a big boat moored on the sea, and said softly, "Young man, this is my boat, I didn't lie to you."

Lorraine slowly lowered his hand.

Under the fiery red sunset, a fat big ship docked quietly in the bay, gently rising and falling with the shore waves.

She is 30 meters long, 8 meters wide, with a pointed nose and a wide tail. The only thick mainmast stands upright in the middle of the ship and is 22 meters high. The meter-long slender bow mast is connected into one.

Lorraine chanted softly: "The Hanseatic-Kirk type sloop, one of the most famous designs of the Nordic ship series, is famous all over the world for the Hanseatic Merchant League. The length is 30 meters, the width is 8 meters, and the main mast is 22 meters."

"The Kirk type has a large interior cabin and bottom, and sails smoothly in shallow waters. Because it uses a huge horizontal single sail, it can maintain excellent speed in a downwind environment, but it does not perform well in a headwind environment."

"After the introduction of the Arabian bowsail, its biggest defect has been made up. The design has been finalized for more than 400 years, and it is still widely used in the North Sea and the Mediterranean Sea with low cost and stable performance. The standard crew is 8 people."

Lake's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Young man, you seem to..."

Lorraine laughed at himself: "I used to be a student at the sea school. If it wasn't for a change in my family, I would have been on the boat by now."

Lake smiled bitterly: "I thought I was an ordinary young man, but I didn't expect that I would actually pick up a treasure... Unfortunately..."

"Sir, are you worried that there are not enough people to sail the boat?" Lorraine asked suddenly.

"Eh?" Lake was stunned, and he was at a loss for a while, "You... don't get me wrong, you are fine... just want to do business, you have to sail the boat out of the port first, and sailing is a matter for eight people, you then capable……"

"Actually, I can drive this boat by myself." Lorraine touched the tip of her nose, "Because the design is relatively old, her operation is not complicated."

"Eh?"

Lake stayed there, watching the boy run, step on the pedals, and jump onto the boat.

Lorraine ran to the bow of the ship, like a dexterous monkey, squatting on the tip of the bowmast holding the cable: "Sir, I haven't asked yet, what's her name?"

"Beauty... Beauty!" Lake hissed at Lorraine as if he had woken up from a dream, "Her name is Artis Beauty!"

"So it's the beauty of the Artis family..." Lorraine gently stroked the smooth mast under her feet, and gradually smiled, "I didn't expect it to be a fat girl."

The Artis Chamber of Commerce, which only had two people, got busy nervously.

Lake is responsible for purchasing goods and hiring workers to carry them.

Lorraine was busy waxing the decks, oiling the anchors and rudders, and checking the sails, cables, cabins, and keels to make sure everything was in good condition.

He was Sir Leighton's disciple, and he trusted only his own and his companion's knots, so every knot had to be untied and re-wound, and he was very busy.

He even drew a two-meter-wide box with red paint in the center of the deck, extending from the stern cabin to a position 5 meters from the bow, horizontally and vertically.

Lake delivered the goods and looked at the dazzling red frame strangely.

"Little Lorraine, what is this frame?"

"This is your captain's area." Lorraine slapped his hands. "After leaving the port, you have only so many places to move on the deck, and you must wear a lifebuoy. Sir, you are too fat. If you fall into the sea, I can't help it Drag you up."

"Eh?"

"By the way, since we are going to cross the strait, you should have bought the corresponding charts, right?"

"Nautical charts are very expensive!" Lake looked calculating, "I heard people say, as long as you sail with the wind..."

"You will soon drift to Holland. If there is no accident, the beauty will also become the trophy of the coachmen. That's basically it."

"Eh?"

"Go, go..." Lorraine waved his hand lazily, "As the ship's first mate, helmsman, navigator, lookout and boatman, I also need a monocular, a compass, a pair of thick linen gloves and some consumables .Everything is under Captain Lao, thank you."