Reborn As a Pirate

Tewkesbury Rock, a smooth, solitary mountain hanging off the sea.

It stands on the northwest sea of ​​Wai Rust Island, as one of the boundaries between Massachusetts Bay and the North Atlantic Ocean. It is more than ten kilometers away from the cape in the northwest of the island, off course and out of sight.

Its location is so remote that ships traveling south and north will never circle the back of the island, just like the shadow of the moon, which has been a purely geographical concept for a long time.

Today, the back of the moon welcomes visitors.

There is a huge and high-spirited warship moored quietly beside the only rocky beach on the back of the island.

The length is 54.4 meters, the width is 15.7 meters, the main mast is 46 meters high, the displacement is 1750 tons, and the standard capacity is 500 people.

Its ship adopts a full-cover double-layer battle gun bay design, the lower ship carries 30 32-pound long-range guns, the upper ship carries 32 18-pound long-range guns, double-layer stern guns, 8 short-range 18-pound guns, and double-layer bow guns , eighteen pounds mid-range 4-door.

This set of ruling-level data used to belong to the milestone design in the history of the Galen-type fully-equipped three-masted sailing warship, the prototype of all 70-level main battleships in the world, and the 1770 French-style 74-level fury-level battleship.

Now this honor has a sharer, which is the unique battleship-class pirate ship in human history, the sacred artifact of the Canaanite ceremony, the pirate kingship Scarlet Crown.

In order to build such a warship in fourteen months, Canaan Ri almost exhausted all the contacts and means they had accumulated in a hundred years.

Spare parts from about six French naval yards were stolen, and orders for at least two new ships planned to be built were postponed or canceled due to insufficient ship materials.

More than fourteen master craftsmen with experience in battleship manufacturing were kidnapped and abducted, they were imprisoned in a secret shipyard, and brutally killed after the Scarlet Crown completed all sea trials.

The theft of ship equipment is the most complicated.

Taking advantage of the chaotic status quo of the French navy, at least 100 thirty-two-pound guns and countless supporting shells flowed into the black market under the control of the Canaanite members, and then agents competed to purchase them from the market until the scarlet crown was ready. This crazy act of reselling military supplies was terminated.

The efforts of hundreds of people and the investment of nearly 150,000 pounds finally gave birth to this most elegant and balanced third-tier ship in the world. Alsace is her wielder, and this is the Canaanite lord Stephen Gee Ladd made the most regrettable decision in his life.

When the night wind blows, Alsace and Susan Morgan stand on the side of the boat,

Alsace stood upright like a pine, Susan leaned on his chest, gently stroking the slightly raised belly with both hands.

"Baby, William, your father is about to set sail. My brother will set up his blood red sails like an emperor, and use the most powerful ship in the world to kill everyone who hurts our mother and child."

"Pray for Dad, okay? Pray to God with your little hands, and pray for Dad to win. God will definitely listen to you..."

The child moved.

The clear touch spread from the skin to the palm of the hand, and Susan raised her head in great surprise, exuding the radiance of maternal love from top to bottom.

"He moved, brother! William is really praying for you. Would you like to touch it? Would you like to touch it?"

Alsace's fingers twitched, resisting the urge to rush away, and slowly, slowly stretched out his hand.

Fetal movement is over.

Susan's face turned cold all of a sudden, she snapped away Alsace's hand, took a step back, raised her hand and slapped him.

Snapped!

Alsace tilted his face, motionless and silent.

Time passed by like this minute by minute, taking away the indifference and disgust on Susan's face little by little, leaving only love and reluctance, commanding hands, trembling and stroking Alsace's flushed face.

"I'm sorry, brother...you've been thinking about that humble servant in your heart, I can't help it...Obviously my father gave you to me...Obviously you are mine..."

"Patriarch, give the order." Alsace said softly.

"Orders?" Susan blinked in confusion, "Yes, orders... Is there only orders among us?"

"The traditions of the Morgan family, the emperor's last words, the entrustment of the former patriarch, and your orders..."

Snapped!

Another resounding slap, Alsace's face turned, his eyes looked straight, the ancient well remained silent.

Susan's expression also became serious, and she no longer saw the previous moodiness and madness, but remained calm, as sharp as a sword.

"The tricks are exhausted, my brother." She bit her voice, so that every byte would not be swallowed by the sea breeze, "Lorraine Drake is the most powerful enemy the Morgan family has encountered in a century. A generation of Blackbeards and the first generation of Black Barons are both powerful, and no one can beat them."

"We paid everything we could for today's opportunity, including the Pirate Empire, the Canaanite Ritual, and the auction of the Sanctuary."

"We have nothing left to pay. Today is the last sword. You must not only pierce Lorraine Drake's chest, but also Shaq Drake's."

"People in the world think that this pair of brothers is like enemies, but the experience two years ago has told us that everything is false. The relationship between the Drake brothers is very good. If the pirates kill Lorraine Drake, Shaq Drake will avenge his brother no matter the cost."

"He may become the helm of the Royal Navy of Great Britain at any time. The emerging pirate empire needs to be cared for. We cannot let a leader who hates us live."

"One hit, two lives, remember, this is your only chance, and it is also the only chance for Pirate Empire, Canaanite and Morgan to continue to control the Caribbean Sea. Only success, no failure!"

Arthas lowered his head deeply, lowering his head in front of Susan as if surrendering, until it was lower than the level of sight.

"Yes, Lord Patriarch."

...

Lorraine dived into the sea like a fish, with his eyes open, and the transparent compound lids protected the eyeballs like a membrane, separating the sea water and unhindered vision.

But even so, the underwater vision is still very bad, there is not enough light to illuminate the distance, and all he can see is the nearest two or three meters.

Fortunately, the whaler is the son of the sea, and underwater, he can never rely on eyes alone.

All kinds of sounds came into his ears along the sea water, there were waves hitting the hull and the pillars of the plank road, debris hitting the embankment of the pier, there were also the sound of chopping and chiseling, and the breathing of bubbles. Voice.

At 8 o'clock, 10 meters away, 1, 2, 3, 4... 6 people.

Lorraine clenched the knife in his hand.

The knives belong to Shaq. Compared with Lorraine's own Finnish double knives, this set of knives is nearly 40 centimeters shorter and only about half the weight.

But after all, they are a set of knives prepared for Drake's knife skills, with a wide blade back, a thin straight blade, a specially extended handle, and a deliberately adjusted center of gravity.

This is definitely not the most suitable knife for Lorraine, but compared to the ceremonial sword on his body and the sailor's knife in the sailor's hand, this set of knives is undoubtedly the weapon that can best display Lorraine's strength at the moment.

Lorraine slowly exhaled the air in her lungs, only a little, so that her chest would no longer be tense

He opened his mouth to bite the long knife in his left hand, tightened his right arm, stroked the water with one hand, and rushed towards the direction of the sound like an arrow.

A distance of ten meters is not considered a distance at all, and after just hitting the water a few times, he saw the first water ghost.

The man was naked, holding a chisel with one hand, and holding a huge balloon with the other hand, and was spitting out air bubbles with his mouth.

Lorraine leaned forward silently, stretching his right arm and sending the knife into his chest.

The man's eyes widened and he struggled desperately to spit out a few mouthfuls of thick blood, and he lost his vitality after a while.

Lorraine was not in a hurry to draw the knife.

He is still three to four meters away from the rudder, and there are two people in the field of vision, one is breathing and the other is cutting the rudder, but no one has found him yet.

It is impossible for ordinary people to distinguish underwater things like him even with their eyes open. There is not much difference between the living and the newly dead, and there is no obvious difference between the dirty blood and the seawater at night...

Lorraine thought for a while, and immediately swam forward with his first prey, swam two meters, and pushed hard.

The corpse floated towards the breathing water ghost, Lorraine sank and took off the knife in his mouth, hitting the bottom...recoil!

With a whoosh, he rushed to a height of four or five meters, and the two knives unscrewed like air currents, cutting the necks of the two men one second apart.

Huge streams of air bubbles gushed out from the incision, the unlucky water ghost clutched his neck, and Lorraine had already splashed water towards the fourth person in sight.

Puff!

Lorraine wasn't sure whether he was hallucinating or hearing the sound. He could indeed hear a lot of things underwater, but would the sound of a sharp knife piercing his chest be the same as on land? Lorraine didn't know, and didn't care.

He kicked off the fourth corpse and squinted at the fifth target.

Boom!

The familiar voice returned, far more powerful than other water ghosts.

Compared with that sound, the previous messy chiseling of the tiller was not even a noise.

Lorraine turned her head sideways following the voice.

He saw, at the end of his field of vision, a male beast with loose long hair and scars all over his body.

He held a large ax as high as a person in his hand. The sharp blade of the ax flashed coldly, and it split through the water as it fell, revealing a pair of bright red eyes in front of Lorraine.

Berserker?

The blade of the ax slammed on the rudder, making another loud bang. Lorraine clearly saw the huge gap in the rudder, and without time to think about it, he tightened his arms and slammed into the side of the beast.

The beast was pushed away by inertia and lost its balance for a while. Lorraine seized the opportunity to stick up, and swung the two knives straight to the throat.

Ding……

This time it was undoubtedly an auditory hallucination. Lorraine's knife was held by the metal ax handle, and Lorraine and the beast looked at each other.

Bonnet?

boom!

The huge roar suddenly exploded, and the rushing water scattered Lorraine and his opponents like a flood breaking a bank, and hit the pillars of the plank road heavily.

Lorraine spit out big mouthfuls of air bubbles with a wow, and suddenly saw a cable hanging a heavy object fall into the water, and heard the crisp sound of the clattering iron chain sinking into the water.

The boat is leaving?

Lorraine desperately turned his dizzy brain.

The water ghost is Bonet! That guy is here! Where the hell is that guy?

A sense of suffocation came.

A huge hand protruded from the void, pressing on Lorraine's chest and pinching Lorraine's neck.

He resisted the urge to grab the falling cable, straightened his body, and looked around by the firelight on the water.

He soon found the beast with Bonnet's head.

With the explosion, it had already dropped the exaggerated long axe, and was swimming towards the distance holding the hair of the last water ghost, and it had already swam more than 30 meters away.

Gululululu...

Lorraine exhaled the last air in his lungs, bit the long knife, and grabbed the falling cable.

Crash!

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