Reborn As a Pirate

An hour later, Lorraine returned to the pier with two strong workers, and saw a miraculous scene in his eyes.

Lake stood vigorously on the deck, talking and laughing happily with three well-dressed gentlemen.

There are about a dozen dock workers on and off the ship who are busy unloading cargo.

Their movements were standard and neat. A group of people lined up in a long row, picking up the vegetables from the bottom cabin like an assembly line, transporting them off the boat, sending them to the large carriage parked aside, and stacking them neatly into the carriage.

Lorraine squeezed onto the boat with question marks on his head, and walked to Lake with the workers he hired: "Sir, this is..."

"Little Lorraine, let me introduce you." Lake laughed and dragged Lorraine into the crowd, "Mr. Martin, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Pete. They are generous local businessmen who just bought our entire ship's cargo. "

Lorraine bowed to the three gentlemen one by one, apologized after a few polite greetings, and pulled Lackey aside.

"Sir, did you say just now?"

"Uh..." Lake's face flushed slightly, "I just got off the boat...Mr. Pete happened to be nearby."

"and then?"

"He apologized for the way the coachman made fun of me and invited me to eat at his restaurant. I heard he was in the catering business, so I tried to tell him that we had a whole load of fresh vegetables on board."

"Then he ate the whole thing?"

"For him, we have a lot of goods." Lake seriously corrected Lorraine's words, "So he contacted his friends, Mr. Martin is a tavern owner, and Mr. Thomas is a loan shark..."

Lorraine couldn't believe it: "In order to buy vegetables, they still borrow usury?"

"What are you talking about!" Lake hurriedly dragged Lorraine further away, "Mr. Thomas has raised more than 30 thugs, and he also needs ingredients. He is the buyer!"

A boatload of vegetables, three buyers, Lake used his seasickness to sell the goods at a high price of thirty-six pounds, and both money and goods were settled.

Considering that the cost of the cargo was less than twenty-eight pounds, Lake made nearly 30% of his profits.

This money is too easy to earn...

Lorraine looked at Lake with a complicated expression: "Sir, you may be a born businessman..."

"Really?" Lake liked this compliment very much, "Little Lorraine, what did you do just now?"

"I'm looking for some people to clean up the traces of your spellcasting along the way..."

Unfortunately, as a devout Protestant, Lake denied his relationship with witchcraft.

In his opinion, Mr. Pete was his first noble person in Black Harbor. Not only did he buy out the dishes of the Artis Chamber of Commerce, but he also introduced him to the second noble person, Mr. Thomas, a loan shark.

Lake learned from Mr. Thomas that a black market dealer was recently selling a batch of porcelain from the East, which was of high quality and low price.

This coincides with the information Lake bought from the broker.

He was so excited that he immediately left Lorraine to look at the ship, and happily got into Mr. Thomas's carriage and entered the port area. He planned to take advantage of the evil wind to buy exquisite oriental porcelain from the black market merchant named Old Barry, and return to the port area. Plymouth went to make a fortune.

Lorraine could only respond with a wry smile.

So, into the night.

The cargo on the ship was emptied, and Mr. Martin and Mr. Pete left with a full load of workers. The workers hired by Lorraine also finished their work. Not a trace of strange smell.

Lorraine is very pleased with the results of the cleaning.

He readily paid a shilling per person, then put away the planks of the ship, sat on the deck bored, staring at the clear sky in a daze.

The pier is very quiet at night.

The daytime vitality cannot be found in the port, only sporadic lights are left on the moored ships, there is no sound around, and there is no one near or far.

Everyone ran to the port area.

Where there are solid lands, voluptuous women, and pungent spirits,

Everything is a demon enough to make a sailor sell his soul.

They would never be willing to board a ship without spending their last penny.

Lorraine suddenly missed the Heir.

There was Sir Layton, who never had to worry about having nowhere to vent his energies, unlike now...

He actually wanted to tie the knot again.

Are you crazy?

Obviously I only called once two hours ago...

He stood up irritably, leaped onto the sail net in a few strides, and climbed up to the high observation deck.

At an altitude of 22 meters, the moon in the sky is within reach. At this moment, Lorraine felt a trace of peace.

"It's so weird..."

He stretched out his palms and circled the brightly lit port area not far away in the center of the circle, frowning in thought.

Since returning to the sea again, his energy has become extremely strong.

In the past three days, he was alone at sea to control the Artis Beauty with a standard crew of eight, and he had to be distracted from taking care of Lake, a landlubber. He slept less than two hours a day, but he never felt lack of energy.

The journey was smooth today, and there was nothing to do when he arrived in Black Harbor. In the dead of night, he simply became irritable.

There seemed to be a fire in his heart, and in the middle of the fire, something was about to come out...

Are you sick? Still in a hurry?

While thinking about it, Lorraine saw the three carriages driving out of the port area, and the fat Lake sitting on the shaft of the leading one was waving to him excitedly from a distance.

"Little Lorraine! Lower the deck! Open the hold! We're going to be rich!"

...

getting rich...

Standing side by side with Lake on the stern deck, Lorraine watched seven or eight burly men walking clumsily on the boat and carrying bags of spices into the hold, not only doubts but also vigilance in his heart.

Spices are the harvest of Lake's trip.

He followed Mr. Thomas to the old Barry's warehouse to discuss business. He planned to choose a set of oriental porcelain at a reasonable price and return to Plymouth to make a lot of money.

Lorraine never imagined that Lake could make a lot of money.

Although it is impossible to tell the authenticity of porcelain from ancient to modern times, Lorraine knows the depth of the porcelain industry better than 99% of Europeans.

What blue and white porcelain, cloisonné, Junjiao, Dingjiao, Doucai porcelain...

Porcelain is a work of art, and its value is never judged by its weight. Lake is just a qualified cobbler, what can he understand?

The best result of his trip was to find a tea set so beloved of England's high society. Because tea sets have the attributes of both luxury goods and daily necessities, as long as they look better, they will not lose money anyway.

But who would have known that Lake actually bought a whole three cartloads of spices, nearly five hundred catties...

Things got weird all of a sudden.

Lorraine subconsciously touched the saber on his waist, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, don't you think things went too smoothly today?"

"It's all God's blessing for us." Lake gratefully crossed himself, "Little Lorraine, more than 400 catties of spices...even if it's just inferior goods soaked in seawater, we will send them back to Plymouth. It can easily be sold for a hundred pounds. That's a profit of more than 250%!"

"That's the problem, isn't it?" Lorraine frowned deeply. "Spices are not as easy to trace as porcelain. If they can be sold for a hundred pounds, why does Old Barry sell them for forty pounds?"

"He has no boat!"

"Sell it to the French?" Lorraine pursued, "This is a spice, which is in short supply throughout Europe!"

"This..." Lake finally woke up a little bit, but it was still a fluke, "Little Lorraine, Mr. Barry is a black market dealer, and he specializes in the supply and marketing of pirates. I guess his identity should be a wanted criminal. Once he leaves Black Harbor, he will You have to go to jail."

"You even thought of him as a wanted criminal, how dare you do business with him?"

"This is Black Harbor..."

Lorraine felt a threat.

Dunninger said that when the profit reaches 10%, businessmen will be eager to move; when the profit reaches 50%, businessmen will take risks; when the profit reaches 100%, they dare to trample on all laws in the world; 300% of the time, they dared to risk hanging.

Lake is obviously beyond the point of taking risks now, but old Barry seems a little too rational...

"Sir, I think..."

"Two honorable gentlemen."

A humble greeting suddenly came from behind his ears, and Lorraine was terrified, and subconsciously shielded Lake behind him, clutching the hilt of the sword tightly.

He turned around and saw that the speaker was the leader of the spice worker. He seemed a little frightened by Lorraine's reaction, and took half a step back, cautiously on guard.

"Sir, I am a worker under Mr. Barry, you see..."

"We know who you are." Lorraine interrupted him with squinted eyes. "Excuse me, have you finished your work? Why do you hang around in front of us when I see more than half of the spices are on the carriage?"

The leader swallowed, passed Lorraine, and looked at Lake sincerely.

"Sir, there are too many goods, and the workers have worked hard for another day... Can you ask the people on the boat to help? We are willing to pay an appropriate reward."

Lake shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, there are only me and little Lorraine on this ship, and there are no other sailors."

"Really?" The leader took a few steps back, and even his voice became low.

His voice and his response made the scene suddenly tense. Luo Lin pulled out his sword with a bang, and in spite of Lake's objection, pushed him to the stern of the boat, unable to retreat.

Lake was struggling and nervous, and distracted from his most cherished reputation, mumbling all the way: "This is very rude, educated people should not be questioned!"

"Sir, that's enough!" Lorraine raised his sword, lowered his shoulders, and focused on God, "He doesn't care if you're lying or not, he just wants to know if there are any of us on board."

"Eh?"

The leader in the shadows laughed.

"Such a clever boy, and brave."

He paused, and seven or eight big men with knives walked out behind him, lining up in a row.

They are all former spice workers.

The leader took the scimitar from one of them, waved it twice, and looked at Lorraine with a grin.

"A brat who doesn't know how to live or die has met a master who is downright stupid. No wonder you dare to do business with merchants in Black Harbor without the consent of the Black Harbor Committee..."

"What are you guys doing!" Lake said incoherently in horror, "Mr. Barry...Mr. Barry..."

"Your friend Mr. Pitt is bankrupt. To spare his beautiful wife and daughter, he paid you and your boat to your creditor, Mr. Thomas."

The leader explained with a smile.

"Mr. Martin of the committee is a witness, proving that you traded in Black Harbor without the committee's permission. In this way, you will lose the protection of the Black Harbor law."

"Mr. Thomas sold you to Mr. Barry. It's not expensive, including people and boats, one hundred pounds, just to pay off the debt owed by Mr. Peter and the remuneration required by Mr. Martin."

"So, on behalf of Mr. Barry, I declare that you and your property will belong to the Barry Chamber of Commerce from this moment on." The leader raised his knife and said every word, "Be obediently accept your fate, British guy. Those who obey will prosper, those who rebel... …Death."