Reborn As a Pirate

"The butterfly flower rudder is left, the cattail flower rudder is right! Two wings double-team, squeezing the channel!"

On the vast open sea to the west of Yo Island, two brigantine-size sailing ships with colorful pupils and skull flags sailed through the wind and waves with huge sails.

They were chasing two Corks flying the French flag.

Such a ostentatious chase was naturally discovered by the Kirk type early on, but the design of the broad-bottomed fat and single-masted sail made this kind of boat impossible to race at all.

This is especially true in the current cross wind environment.

The only way for them to borrow the power of the wind is to break the line, but the two Brigantines opened their jaws like giant beasts, one left and one right, forcing their course to become more and more straight.

The space for folding was getting smaller and smaller, and the utilization rate of the sails was getting lower and lower. They also heard the tall young admiral upwind issuing new orders to the pirate fleet.

"Crash landing! Shelling allowed!"

The densely packed gun ports opened from the inside, Yacharin closed one eye, and raised his thumb behind a nine-pound gun.

"Bombardment is the next romance to pickup, gentlemen," he said to the gunners standing behind him. "I know the English gunners are well trained. We fire two rounds. You can often fire three rounds. The warships are even faster. .But why can't England still rule the world? It's because you're not romantic enough."

He squinted his eyes, stretched his arms, and stood motionless on the violently undulating gun deck with his feet rooted.

"Wind speed, wind direction, wind force, ignition time, aiming target, everything has to be considered. Just like picking up a girl, you have to know her likes, her growth, her fears and loves, and then you can hit a hit , go straight to... light the fire!"

boom!

The nine-pound long cannon in the third cabin exploded with a roar, and the red-hot shell drew a beautiful, slightly deflected arc, and landed precisely on the main deck of the Kirk type with small cannons more than 50 meters away. Smash through.

A fire ignited on the inside of the deck, and the artillery and explosives collapsed inward along the hole, and then...

boom!

Under the blessing of the heresies of the Hormonal Sect, Yacharin's first shot caused a martyrdom.

The explosion occurred in the inner compartment of the hull, and the shock wave roared and tore the Kirk-type hull in half from the middle.

Thick plumes of smoke shot up into the sky, and huge waves arose on the calm sea. The waves were so big, five or six meters high, that they almost overturned the Butterfly on the side.

Everyone, including Yacharin, stared blankly at this tragic scene.

Stumped limbs, broken arms, complete human bodies, huge shipwrecks, and goods sealed in wooden boxes, and goods that have long been unsealed in wooden boxes...

like rain.

The gunners were all in awe: "Gunner, are the French as good at shooting as you?"

"Hmm!" Yacharin coughed, "Then what... go to the deck to make an emergency landing. For romantic gentlemen, we only need to care about when a woman will lie on the bed, and we don't need to know why she will lie on the bed .”

"yes!"

The battle ended so abruptly.

The companions in hell were still sinking in despair not far away, and the wailing of the sailors came from the depths of the vortex. The captain of the surviving Kirk-type ship heard it, and immediately decided to raise the white flag, lower the sails, and surrender.

Yacharin's hormonal cannon has done wonders.

The battlefield entered the inventory stage, and Ramos asked his third officer to lead the sailors to board the landing ship, and brought news to Lorraine in a short while.

According to the captain's account, they were actually two transfer ships that accidentally moved away from the coastline in order to catch the wind.

Their bilges were loaded with porcelain and embroidery from the Orient, worth more than thirteen thousand pounds.

Lorraine fell into the clouds.

Ten thousand...three thousand pounds...

Excluding captured ships and nautical charts that could not be exchanged for money, the General Chamber of Commerce's profit last month was more than 4,000 pounds, and last month, it was less than 2,000 pounds.

It can be seen that,

With the current capacity and channels of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, 2,000 pounds is the normal monthly profit standard for the General Chamber of Commerce.

If he wanted to earn 13,000 pounds, Lorraine had to run in fear on the Cantabrian route for half a year.

And now... half of them are captive ships, half are at sea...

Where are the black smoke pillars and traces of war floating in the sea, gold pounds, time, more ships, bigger guns...

After all, they are gold pounds!

Lorraine's eyes were red.

"The order, the fleet is anchored! The Butterfly is on the first level of alert, and the Cattail will release all the crew members, pick up the captured ship, and count the cargo!" He took a deep breath, "Tell Ramos, Niord is not Need porcelain and silk, those floating on the sea... are all ours!"

Following Lorraine's order, Drake's two delicate flowers moored and lowered their sails in this dangerous sea area, and the anchor chain went down to the bottom of the sea nearly 70 meters deep.

The Cattail Flower completely gave up its combat readiness.

In addition to the twenty or so sailors who were necessary to maintain the stability of the ship, thirty people landed on the captive ship and pulled out a dozen cables, almost tying the captive Kirk to the Momo.

There were more than 20 people paddling assault boats, scattered in the vast sea area to salvage the goods that flew out.

The nearby goods were directly salvaged by the sailors by swimming, and one piece was caught and sent back to the ship like a sea lion arching a ball.

The Butterfly was just the opposite. Henna climbed up to the lookout on the foremast and supervised the southwest, while Pierce stood on the lookout on the mainmast and looked northeast.

All the gun doors were opened, and all the artillery was loaded in place. Lorraine was in charge of the steering wheel himself, and even the sailor was holding the sail tightly, and was fully alert in his position.

Everyone's heart was in their throats, beating like a deer.

Faster, faster...

It clings to the main Cantabrian channel. Barge robbery in such a deadly place is like prying over a cash truck on the highway. When collecting money, any speeding car can kill them.

Rationality kept persuading Lorraine to give up everything and stay mobile. Money is not as important as life.

The sensual villain laughed disdainfully at the side. If people can act according to reason, how could the word fluke be created?

The two villains started to quarrel, and in Lorraine's mind, the quarrel made Lorraine's heart burn for two full hours.

Salvage is not yet complete,

There were about 6,000 pounds of cargo piled up on the captive ship, and 4,000 pounds of wet goods were scattered on the deck of the Cattail Flower, and nearly 3,000 pounds of cargo were still floating in the sea.

The salvaged boat rowed farther and farther, and the swimming sailors became slower and slower.

"Oh my God!" Pierce suddenly let out a scream, "The Reindeer! I found the Reindeer at twelve o'clock, full sail, full speed!"

He tore off his turban violently, but lost his grip for a moment, and could only watch the turban flutter and flee.

"The wind is due south, level six, stroke!" He muttered to himself in a daze, his voice getting higher and higher, and he shouted towards the rudder, "Brother! The distance is 18 kilometers, and the Reindeer is expected to arrive within an hour!"

Hearing Pierce's screams, Lorraine turned her head stupidly, staring at the North Sea Horizon where there was no sail.

"Is this... a lesson? Not enough greed, more than enough?" He gritted his teeth, "Signal! Tell Ramos to give up the captive ship immediately and take back the sailors! Ask him how long it will take!"

Ramos responded immediately, forty-five minutes.

"I'll give him fifty minutes...the captive ship's cargo hold can be moved as much as it can move, all the sailors take back the Momo, and then...flee to Bilbao!"

There was a bad feeling in the hearts of the sailors, and Karen asked instead of everyone: "What about us?"

"We..." Lorraine took a quick breath, "The Reindeer is running too fast. If we want the Cattail Flower to escape smoothly, we have to pull her hind legs."

Karen's eyes widened: "To pull the hind legs of a destroyer?"

"The adventure has begun, my friend..." Lorraine smiled wryly, and ordered while laughing, "The Butterfly, change the flag of the Chamber of Commerce, and lift the anchor!"