Reborn As a Pirate

Calm Western Europe, turbulent North America.

On April 19, 1775, the British army in Portland was ordered to go to Concord to search for privately held arms. They passed by the grass in Lexington, and ran into the militiamen who were doing shooting training...

The North American War of Independence began with this slap in the face.

In the Battle of Lexington, the British army was defeated with 286 casualties.

On June 14, 1775, the Continental Army was formed, and the next day, George Washington became the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army.

On July 4, 1776, the Continental Congress issued the Declaration of Independence, proclaiming the birth of the United States of America.

Great Britain was extremely clumsy in the face of this vigorous revolution.

On the one hand, since the previous Admiral of the New World Fleet, Baron Elijah Drake, died accidentally on the way to take office, the Navy has not been able to choose a suitable successor.

The powerful New Continental Fleet was in chaos without a leader for a long time, and it was not until the middle of 1777 that they finally waited for their new admiral, Sir Peter Parker.

On the other hand, the colonial army was in another form of chaos.

At the beginning of 1776, John Burgoyne took office as the commander-in-chief of the Canadian region. He fought against William Howe, who was the commander-in-chief of the North American region at the time, and successfully divided the small British army into two.

In order to get along well with colleagues at the same level, the two further divided the army into finer details, and worked out a large-scale "New England Partition Campaign", dividing the troops into three groups and marching towards Albany, New York.

This is a ridiculous military operation.

The three troops did not communicate with each other, and Colonel Barry St. Redger, who was outnumbered, was driven back to the starting point by the Yankees early.

Commander Howe changed his mind halfway, turned to Pennsylvania, and captured Philadelphia, where the Continental Congress is located.

Only the honest and trustworthy Commander Burgoyne led a mere 7,000 soldiers to march toward the goal persistently.

His troops first captured the Ticonderoga Fortress, and then collided head-on with the main force of the U.S. Army on the Hudson River.

On October 17, 1777, John Burgoyne led his men to surrender to the U.S. Army in the northern part of Saratoga Springs, known as the Saratoga Victory in history.

The victory at Saratoga changed everything.

Since February 1778, France, the Netherlands, and Spain successively recognized the independence of the United States, and huge fleets sailed to North America.

Overnight, the enemies of Great Britain went from "unworthy to be called opponents" country bumpkins to half the world.

The trade winds of early spring blew across the wide Atlantic, bringing news of the war back to Europe.

This is the foundation of the ocean powers. The kings are still talking and laughing, trying to maintain the last restraint, but the horn of war... has already sounded in the merchant world.

...

Elgin Black Harbor, April 1778.

The Artis Beauty slowly berthed into the peaceful harbor, and Pierce swayed off the ship with his trousers on, just like Lorraine back then, popped out with a shilling, and landed precisely in the pilot's palm.

In the past two years, the little Pierce was much taller and darker back then.

His every move is very similar to Lorraine, even the faint smile on the corner of his mouth is the same as Lorraine.

"Nice semaphore, Mr. Meade."

Pilot Dmitry put away the shilling with a smile, put away the double flags, and rubbed Pierce's head.

"Little Pierce, how does it feel to be the captain for the first time?"

Pierce's shoulders slumped.

He said with a sad face, "Mr. Mead, it's not a gentleman's job to ask questions knowingly."

"Eh? I know... isn't Mr. Drake taking a rest this time?"

"Brother is on vacation." Pierce frowned and raised his eyes, "but in the current state of affairs at sea, sister Haina will definitely be there when my brother is away. With her at the helm,

Even if I wear the name of admiral, don't I still have to listen to her? "

While talking, Hana also got off the boat.

The two years of HNA did not change her too much. She still wore a smock, a hood and a veil, and she still looked cold and unreasonable, but her figure was taller, and she didn't look short when standing next to a tall man. Thin and light.

She jumped down from the bow and stern, and the height of four or five meters was nothing to her.

She frowned and walked to Meide, and handed out a small package wrapped in oiled paper from under the smock.

Hyde felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and stared blankly at Hana: "This is..."

"We found Mr. Pimon's ship on the route. There are only some wrecks left, and there are no survivors. This is his sailing diary."

"Old Pimon..."

Hannah nodded silently.

Med took a deep breath and took the oil bag with both hands: "I want to hand over the relic to the management committee immediately, Ms. Yesra, please follow me. Little Pierce, excuse me."

He took Henna away like flying, while walking, he was still cursing.

"The fourth resident this month! In this world, are you crazy!"

As Pierce and Mr. Hyde have said, the situation at sea has been dire these past few months.

The war in the New World has escalated.

The colonial garrisons of Britain, France, Holland, and Spain fought together on the land of the nascent United States. From the sea to the land, they could not find a moment of peace.

The situation in Europe is a bit more stable than in the New World. This is the mainland, and every move affects the fundamentals. The governments dare not act rashly, and they still maintain superficial harmony with each other.

For black businessmen, this is also the worst-case scenario.

With the connivance of the state, the privateers let go of the reins.

The hunt begins.

Overnight, the number of pirates scattered on the route more than doubled?

There are endless pirates floating on the sea, and black merchants with few people and weak guns are their best targets.

Robbery, murder, throwing corpses, destroying ships...

In the past few months, Pierce has lost count of how many bad news he has heard. In Bermeo, in Stavanger, the most... is in Elgin.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong...

The bell tower of the Avenue of Flowers rang a short and anxious death knell again, which showed that the management committee had confirmed Mr. Pimon's relics.

The death knell represents that Elgin has lost another free, optimistic and brave black businessman stationed in Hong Kong.

"According to what Mr. Mead said, Pimon is the fourth... next... or next... when will it be our turn?"

Pierce bit his lip.

Lorraine is very powerful, Henna is very powerful, and even Nuoya, who blushes when she sees people, is far stronger than ordinary people.

But in front of the sky-high artillery, how much value can personal power have?

The current Drake business group is too weak.

They only had four standard Kirk-type cargo ships, and Lorraine gritted his teeth and equipped each ship with four medium-range six-pound guns.

That kind of gun basically can't penetrate the hull, and it can't hit the mast. Its only function is to fire shotguns towards the deck, hoping to ignite the shells piled on the deck or kill sailors running around.

During this period, Pierce recalled more than once the scene when he visited the SuperStar Gemini in Stavanger.

Like the twenty-gun Brigantine-type high-speed ship, it cannot be beaten or escaped. As long as the Drake merchant group encounters it once, the entire group will inevitably be wiped out, and the ship will be destroyed.

They have even passed through the gate of hell.

More than forty days ago, on the last trade route, they sailed out of the Borken Fjord with a full load of Nordic furs, and collided with a Dutch brigantine head-on.

If it weren't for the endless sky, the powerful Viking Skull Pirates were preparing to go to Stavanger to resupply, and they expelled the Dutch gunboat that was posing an attack...

Can the Drake business group escape?

elder brother! What are you hesitating about!

Pierce stared at the swaying bronze bell in the distance, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace.

He has decided!

Today, Lorraine must be persuaded to buy a ship. Even with the wealth accumulated by the Drake business group in the past two years, they still have to buy a real gunboat!

Otherwise, you will die!