Assassin’s Adventure

After finishing all the formalities, Gordon and the sailors rushed to the maintenance dock.

The Jackdaw had no major problems, repaired a few holes, reinstalled a window in the captain's cabin, and repainted the ship, and the whole ship was like new, although the reinforcements were still visible from the inside. of iron.

In order to achieve perfection, these careful boatmen also removed algae and shellfish from the seabed, and greased the locks and winches to ensure normal activities.

Of course Gordon was very satisfied with this result, and led the sailors to the Jackdaw, raised the anchor and set sail.

Arrived at the leased pier, where the sailors were already waiting, and there were a lot of purchased supplies, and then began to load the ship.

The black cat, Quelin, was the first to get on the boat. After getting familiar with the Jackdaw, he seemed to have decided that this was his own territory. He jumped up from the planks of the pier and rushed up. Another was David, who was still sleeping soundly, was thrown up by two sailors with the quilt together.

Gordon frowned and asked a sailor, "How much did he drink? Drunk like this."

Isn't that right, he was moved to the pier by the sailors all the way, and the cool wind blew for a while, but he just subconsciously wrapped himself in the quilt, but he still didn't wake up.

"Two glasses of ale, Captain."

The sailor who drank last night expressed his innocence. This young man may have never been exposed to alcohol before, or even visited a place like a tavern for the first time.

Gordon waved his hand and motioned to move people in.

This time the supply is very simple, just some fresh water and bacon, and some oranges.

There was no cargo to ship, and the supplies were only enough for a day, leaving the ship almost empty.

The waterline of the ship is extremely shallow, and if it encounters a tailwind, it can even soar to ten knots. From London south, it needs to pass through the Strait of Dover and the English Channel, and then arrive at Brest for a new wave of supplies.

The English Channel will be flooded by the North Atlantic seawater in summer, and when the weather is getting cooler and turning into September, the northeasterly wind will blow in, and the water flow from the North Sea will flow in, and the Jackdaw can just follow the monsoon and the current to the south.

At this time, the strong wind had already picked up, blowing the flag on the top of the ship to the northeast.

But the sky was always dark, and the light rain began to hit the deck of the Jackdaw, causing these sailors to wrap their collars unconsciously.

The cooler weather has made Gordon think about preparing a batch of winter clothes, but thinking about the tropical environment of the Caribbean Sea has given up the idea, and it is still too early to prepare these things.

Coolidge stood on the flagstone road at the pier, watching the few supplies being loaded onto the ship one by one, and watching Gordon standing on the side of the ship.

"Bon Voyage!"

He waved his hand and shouted, the voice was somewhat inaudible in the wind.

Gordon waved his hand: "Take care!"

Coolidge wrapped his clothes and walked into the distance alone, looking a little desolate.

"All sailors take their places!"

"Anchor! Raise the sails and prepare to sail!"

"The captain ordered, pull up the anchor! Lower the sails!"

"Yes Captain!"

With the shouts of the sailors, the ship moved and began to move away from the bustling port of London, this time with a new identity - privateers.

Not long after the Jackdaw left, the whole dock began to be full of people. Braving the cold rain, the industrious sailors began to load supplies and goods to the ship.

With the passage of time, although the rain is still falling, there are more merchant ships on the channel. This is the most prosperous route. The United Kingdom is the center of the world. , almost all ships noticed that such a crazy ship was almost empty and sailed fast towards the south.

Gordon stood on the ship's building, holding the rudder in his hands, letting the ship sway a little, facing the cold rain that kept falling, and began to hum a song.

At this time, David got up from his own hammock, staggered onto the deck, and then shivered from the cold.

Then he pulled the rope with one hand and asked Jon, who was standing on the side of the ship looking out, "Where are we going, sir!"

"We're going after a **** green sail, and then we're going to find the legendary El Dorado..."

However, before David finished listening, he ran to the side of the ship and began to vomit. The ship shook more violently when it was empty, which made the newly boarded boatman feel the full malice of the sea.

With the hangover and shaking, David felt like he was about to vomit out his bile anyway, and he didn't dare to walk around while he was holding the side of the boat. If he didn't pay attention, he would fall to the ground.

But looking at those skilled sailors, they were walking fast on the deck, swaying with the ship in a strange posture, as if they could not feel the shaking at all.

"How did you do it?"

"It's just a habit boy, you can get used to it soon, haha."

Passing sailors laughed when they saw the underage boatman. Every qualified sailor came here like this.

Riding the wind, at an average speed of ten knots, it reached Brest at noon the next day.

Brest is just a small port with a small population. In addition to the role of supply, the French have a military port here, and many warships have stopped here.

Gordon got into a crowded tavern on the pier with the sailor who was a little cold. This is the French territory, although small but very delicate.

Holding a black cat in his hand, he ordered a simple breakfast for his sailors, then sat down and ordered a glass of rum.

The ship's supplies have been exhausted, the sailors are hungry in the morning, the food provided by the tavern is only some smoked fish, broth and black bread, but everyone eats it with relish.

Gordon fed Quelyn almost all the jerky, dipped the brown bread into the soup, and ate it with boiled beans.

"Alan, you'll be in charge of buying supplies in a moment. Mitch, take someone to buy some goods at this port. You don't need much. We have to stop at Ferrol in Spain at the next port to inquire about the treasure hunt fleet."

"Captain...Why do we want to inquire about those treasure hunt fleets?" Allen looked bewildered. They went directly to Port Royal and Cayenne to gather troops, and then went to the mouth of the Caroni River.

Now that the two countries are not in a time of war, rushing fire will cause the situation to get out of control. What they can do is to first find the El Dorado, then plant the British flag, and then deter those Spaniards from leaving.

Gordon really rolled his eyes: "Do you know what it means to know yourself and know your enemy in a hundred battles? Spain doesn't have the habit of recruiting pirate ships to become privateers, but likes to kill these pirates cleanly. I'm curious about what the green sailing ship is. Identity, Redbeard?"

I heard this term from the first pirate I killed. Yes, it seems to be called Harvey.