Reborn As a Pirate

"The whole ship lifts anchor!"

"Anchor!"

"The rudder is full to the left! Turn the bow!"

"Full left rudder, turn the bow!"

"Standby!"

A cry of shouting was spread high in the port of West in Southampton.

Following the order, the 13 warships of the original broken-off fleet and the Trojan Squadron of the United Fleet after reorganization slowly withdrew from the mooring pier, followed the waves, turned their bows in the vast bay, and pointed obliquely at the Strait of Dover blue sea.

The wind is calm and the waves are calm.

The flagship Butterfly Flower played a series of semaphore, and the sailors shouted and ran on the deck of the surrounding ships, conveying back orders one after another in the same way.

Sail in place.

The helmsman is in place.

The deck is in place.

The lookout is in place.

Lorraine crossed his arms, looked at the vast sea with a cold expression, and heard Karen shouting in his ears: "The wind is southwest and west, four knots, seaworthy!"

"It seems that the weather is good." He smiled inexplicably, "Order the ships to set half-horizontal sails, furl the vertical sails, and march along the coastline. The target... Cantabrian."

The fleet set sail and lined up in a double V formation slowly and orderly, with the Brigantine in front, the Kirk in the rear, and the Butterfly at the end. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, they sailed out of the peaceful and quiet Solent Gap.

On a terrace facing the sea, Lonza put down his binoculars, frowning in puzzlement.

John Roy stirred tea slowly, and asked softly, "Going away?"

"Let's go." Longsa sat opposite Old John, took a sip from his teacup, "Uncle John, I can't see through Lorraine Drake's thoughts."

"You do not understand?"

"I don't understand." Longsa replied honestly, "He is very good, and he has a powerful Drake family behind him. Even if the offshore business route is not feasible, he can also transform into ocean-going trade with his strong capital. In fact, this For him, this transformation may not take a few years at all."

"But he didn't do that." Longsa scratched his head irritably, staring at John in a daze. "He used valuables as bait, and threw himself into danger. The price he paid has far exceeded The value of a Galen destroyer, why!"

"Why?" Old John also put down his teacup, and smiled disdainfully, "You think Drake really came up with this plan?"

"Is not it?"

"He is just an 18-year-old young man!" Old John laughed three times, "Young and vigorous, with outstanding courage. I admit that he is an excellent fighter who meets once in a hundred years, even if he is compared with his ancestor Francis Drake , will not be inferior in talent."

"However, planning is not fighting." He stood up and faced the sea. "Planning is resourcefulness, guessing people's hearts, and fermenting knowledge and experience. An 18-year-old youth can't make a qualified plan. This plan is yes. Rob Mindel did it."

"Yero Mindel?"

"Let me ask you, if this operation is successful, what can Drake get?"

Longsa thought about it seriously, and said affirmatively: "Reputation. He will gain unparalleled reputation and become the well-deserved leader of the offshore business circle from now on."

"Does this prestige belong to him alone?"

"Of course..." Longsa suddenly realized, "Alliance of the Three Chambers of Commerce!"

Old John nodded with satisfaction: "By forcing the Yodel Chamber of Commerce and the Herrera Chamber of Commerce to withdraw from the so-called hunting alliance, Mindel, Shaklin, and Drake have become one in the eyes of everyone, all prosperous and all damaged. So Drake's victory is Mindel's victory, but... because Mindel is not on the battlefield, Drake's defeat is just Drake's defeat."

He comfortably admired the rolling hills of the Solent Gap, and praised with emotion: "Taking the least risk and gaining the most profit is the real plan of Jero Mindel.

Once successful, he will replace us and realize the long-cherished wish in his heart for many years. "

"Why did Drake help him? No, it should be said, why would Drake be willing to be driven by him?"

"Because of deception, my kind Longsa. Although I don't know how they communicated, I can probably guess."

Old John squinted his eyes and pointed a finger at Longsa: "Lorraine Drake is young and vigorous. He was chased by the French and he almost survived death, so he has hatred in his heart. Mindel can catch him." This point magnifies the value of the Reindeer, turning her from an ordinary Galen destroyer into a trophy, a trophy that washes away the shame of the warriors."

Old John stretched out his second finger: "But this kind of battle is risky. Drake's family is behind Drake, so you can't take risks casually, so Mindel came up with a second idea, the gold weapon. Minder asked Drake to put the gold in the safe main fleet. No matter whether the plan is successful or not, the chamber of commerce will not be injured. Even if Lorraine Drake dies here, the Drake family can let Others taking over the chamber of commerce will not harm the interests of the family."

"Without worries, young people's bravery is naturally instigated into recklessness. He can be desperate, because every young man... thinks he has God's favor."

Longsa was horrified and surrendered when he heard that, he lowered his head unconsciously, and said in a pious voice, "Uncle, I need your guidance."

"Just follow the plan, my boy." Old John walked back and pressed Longsa's shoulder, "but don't need to desperately. The peace in Europe will not last long, and the French cannot occupy Cantabrian forever, you Our responsibility is not to damage the Red-haired Sultan, she is our lifeblood and our hope for a comeback."

"yes……"

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With average wind conditions and slow Kirk-type drag, it took the Trojan Fleet a day to sail out of the English Channel, heading south, along the edge of the Celtic Sea, in the direction of the Iberian Peninsula.

According to the established plan, the main fleet led by Longsa should also set sail from the Isles of Scilly southwest of Lands Point at this time, and crash 25 kilometers away at the ten o'clock direction of the wooden horse.

This distance is invisible to the height of the mainmast of the Pansy, so Lorraine has no way to verify it with his own eyes.

But he also stayed behind in Plymouth. Not long ago, a Clipper caught up and told him clearly that Lonza had set sail, and the position and speed were exactly the same.

Knowing the news, Lorraine summoned Lei Wen and Yashin to a meeting on the Butterfly and formally informed them of the real plan.

"Lonza will fall into Weilun's trap." Lorraine's words were shocking at the beginning.

Lei Wen and Yaxin were shocked by Lorraine's opening remarks, and they both looked dull. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they looked at Lorraine together.

Preaching, teaching, solving doubts.

"Don't look at me like that, friends." Lorraine shrugged innocently, "I'm not familiar with Mr. Roy, and I don't like the Roy Chamber of Commerce. The Red-haired Sudan is the key to this battle. Only by letting her Falling into the trap of the French, with no escape, I dared to expect her."

Lei Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry and said, "Lorraine, why do you think that Villen will definitely ambush Longza?"

"Because the red-haired sultan is there, half of England's elite offshore merchants are there, and gold artifacts worth tens of thousands of pounds are also there."

"But the French don't know that the gold is in Longsa's hands!"

"Unfortunately, they know." Lorraine raised his hand and called Acharin over. "Veron has accurate sources. I'm sure they know the real location of the gold artifact."

"Your sailor..." Yashin's eyes widened, and he drew out his sword with a clang, "Is he a traitor?"

With a smile on his face, Lorraine protected Yacharin behind him, pushed aside his sword and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient, Yashin."

"Acharin was a key part of the real plan, and it was through his efforts that we were able to break away from being the bait. From the moment Lonza sailed out of the Isles of Scilly, the identity of the Trojan shifted."

"The plan remains the same, but the roles have changed. Gentlemen, we will rely on the hard work of Mr. Lonza Roy to reach the once unreachable... gate of victory."