Reborn As a Pirate

"The ingredients are... marinated grilled chicken breasts."

"Toast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, cream, strawberries... and bread and carrots."

"How to do it... cut off the grilled side of the toast, spread butter on it, put it on the bottom... put lettuce and tomato, put bread... the chicken breast and bacon should be stacked together, and then another piece of toast should be covered."

"Cut diagonally...!"

"At the end, put strawberries on it, sprinkle with shredded radish, and then insert thin wooden strips...the perfect Grandma Rowling's secret version of the Royal Union Sandwich, done!"

In the galley of Artis Belle, Pierce Jr. carefully packed the legacy recipes left to him by Grandma Rowling, plated the sandwiches, picked them up, and opened the cabin door.

Today is a sunny day, the sea breeze is gentle, and the waves are gentle.

Lorraine was lying on the deck, doing mapping work against the huge charts around him.

Pierce walked up with the sandwich and asked curiously, "Mr. Captain, isn't Hooker's chart ready-made? Why do you want to redraw it?"

"Because of precision." Lorraine added a smooth curve on the map, put down his pen, and looked at Pierce, "Hooker's chart provided us with the locations of twenty-four black ports, covering Norway, Finland, the Netherlands, and Prussia. , UK, France and Spain, great value for money."

"But this set of maps should be inherited or snatched. Because there are different handwriting on the labels, and the base map is very old. From the coastline and signature, I guess it is probably the civil map of the Dutch Maritime Administration in the early 16th century draft."

"You can even see that?" Pierce's eyes widened.

Lorraine took the dinner plate with a smile: "In order to get familiar with the evolution of the coastline, I personally drew a total of 17 versions of military strait maps from the 14th to the 18th centuries. Hooker's set of maps also has strait maps, so they can be roughly compared. .”

"Wow……"

Regardless of Pierce who was lying on the map trying to find the difference, Lorraine put down the dinner plate, picked up a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sandwiches taste great.

Lettuce and tomato fully neutralize the greasy, highlighting the salty chicken and bacon. The fresh cream and the toast reflect each other, making the taste changeable and the aftertaste long.

Lorraine Meimei chewed a few mouthfuls, and praised: "Little Pierce, is it Grandma Rowling's secret recipe again?"

"That's right." Pierce didn't raise his head, "Sir, what's the difference between the pictures?"

"The most obvious change is Dunkirk, in the area of ​​the Pas-de-Calais." Lorraine ate three pieces and rubbed his stomach, "Did you send it to Henna?"

"Ms. Yesra is practicing throwing knives. I put it in her cabin."

Lorraine nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly his expression changed: "Wait, Bacon!"

Pierce stood up with a hoot: "God! I'll come as soon as I go!"

Seeing the embarrassed figure of little Pierce rushing into the stern cabin, Lorraine chewed on the sandwich, and there was nothing but a wry smile.

Three days after the auction, the visit to Sir Formie had turned out well, and Karen Scott hadn't come to install the harpoon gun.

Piddick sent Ramos a message that Keren was going through the resignation process at Bell Yard. In other words, although the two haven't met yet, the Piddick family has solved the biggest obstacle for Lorraine to board the Clendon.

And the harvest from the auction...

Harpoon guns, octants, and charts. In order to purchase these three items, Lorraine paid a total of 615 pounds, 18 shillings and 10 pence including taxes, which is almost 616 pounds.

The after-tax income of pewter and spices was only £281.

In order to alleviate the financial pressure of the business group, Lorraine had to temporarily add a set of Doucai porcelain tea sets to the auction the next day after careful consideration.

This operation did not conform to the routine procedures of the auction, but considering the appearance of the porcelain provided by Lorraine, Ramos visited all nine auction VIPs except Lorraine overnight, and gained unanimous understanding and approval.

The tea set has thus entered the stage of the auction,

And in the morning session of the second day, there was an upsurge of bidding no less than that of the Meridian, and it was finally sold at 323 pounds after tax.

The money became Lorraine's lifeline.

With money in hand again, he went all out in the afternoon and won three consecutive bids at an average price of 1.5 pounds per barrel. He bought a total of 150 barrels of third-class whiskey and refilled the bottom of the Artis Beauty. cabin.

After the whole round of transactions, he has close to 160 pounds in cash left on hand. In most cases, this amount is enough to deal with the problems that merchant ships will face.

The destination of the next stop to Northern Europe has also been determined.

In the Borkenfjord of the Kingdom of Norway, there is an unnamed black port near the fourth largest city, Stavanger. Hook also named it Stavanger.

It was a black port of the Vikings, and Lorraine was full of expectations for the next meeting with his compatriots.

In this way, everything is ready, and his only task in Elgin is to recruit Karen...

Lorraine took a deep breath and picked up the protractor again. Before the longitude and latitude of a new port were calculated, Ramos suddenly shouted from under the boat.

"Lorraine!"

After all, they are both young people, and both parties have shared experience in serving in the Royal Navy. After a few days of getting along, Lorraine and Ramos have established a friendship that is enough to call them by their first names.

Ramos shouted from under the boat: "Put down the plank, look who I brought!"

Lorraine looked up suspiciously, and saw a tall and strong white-haired young man standing beside Ramos.

This person has a very high nose bridge, pale complexion, a pair of amber eyes in deep eye sockets, thick eyebrows and sharp eyes.

He was wearing a beige half-sleeve shirt and brown cotton trousers, with a huge hammer half a person's height tied to his back, and a large wooden box in his hand. The wooden box was stained with oil, but it was clean and tidy. strange feeling.

And he is very tall.

Ramos is about the same height as Lorraine. He is already more than 180 centimeters tall, but he is a bit shorter beside him.

Looking at his thick arms, a name suddenly popped up in Lorraine's mind, Karen Scott.

Apprentice boatman who doesn't live up to his name, are you finally here?

Lorraine quickly put down the plank.

The young man and Ramos strode aboard, and soon stood opposite Lorraine.

Ramos introduced with a smile: "Lorraine, this is..."

"Vikings?" Lorraine interrupted Ramos and asked with his head raised.

The young man grinned: "Germanic, but my homeland is the Kingdom of Finland."

"No wonder... As far as I know, there are few people as tall as you, whether in Prussia or the Holy Roman Empire." Lorraine reached out and squeezed the young man's cast-iron arms, "And strong."

The young man bulged his mountainous biceps in front of Lorraine: "There is no way, the boatman is a hard worker, not to mention that I am an excellent sailor."

"How good is it?"

"second to none."

Lorraine shook his head with a laugh, and stretched out his hand to the young man: "Lorraine, Lorraine Anason Drake."

"Karen Scott, an apprentice boatman that no one wants." Karen stared into Lorraine's eyes arrogantly, "Captain, is there any shortage of people on your ship?"

"If you're talking about a master boatman and an unparalleled sailhandler, no."

With a snap, the two big hands were firmly held together.

Lorraine smiled and said, "Mr. Scott, congratulations, you have been admitted."