Reborn As a Pirate

Ascend, overlook.

As a part of the Atlantic Ocean, the Celtic Sea has high winds and rough waves. As long as the trade wind blows, it is often a few days or even tens of days.

as it is now.

The wind is southwest and west, seven knots, strong wind. The wave height of nearly two meters is rare in offshore waters, but here wave after wave pushed the Butterfly up, until it couldn't bear it anymore, and the hull suddenly fell.

Lorraine stood on a high observation deck, holding a monocular, looking at the scene in the sky.

He has been watching for at least fifteen minutes, motionless, like a clay sculpture.

In the mirror is another world.

The outer wall of the tung tree is like a porthole, and there are black lines of different lengths on the glass. The highest black line is flush with the sea level, and the lowest point is close to the outline of the stern.

In this world, the surface of the sea is divided into two sagittal white lines by the Butterfly, and at the end of the line is the majestic Reindeer.

Like the Butterfly, she undulates on the waves, and during the ups and downs, she separates another arrow front, which is exactly parallel to the previous one. Together, it is like a book title missing half of it.

This shape of chasing waves means that they are close, that the two sides are in a straight line, and that there is almost no difference in the relative speed of the two sides.

Chasing, not being able to catch up, throwing, not being able to get rid of, not being able to get up and down, makes Lorraine feel bored.

"Tch! I'm not Sophie Labrador, why should I be so recalcitrant?"

"I think it's about the same." Little Pierce said angrily from under his feet.

He is also on the observation deck, more precisely, this is his post, and what Lorraine is holding is also his monocular.

Little Pierce was cracking his fleshy fingers.

"Brother, both you and Ms. Labrador chose to be with the romantic Mr. Desai, and abandoned the irritable Mr. Desai. Before abandoning, you both humiliated him. She crushed his heart, and you are smashed His boat. It's not different at all except gender."

"How did I learn so many weird vocabulary at such a young age!" Lorraine rolled her eyes angrily, pinched his chubby face as soon as she stretched out her hand, and lifted it over the edge of the stage, "Look clearly! Me? Wrecked his boat? "

Looking down from the observation deck at a height of more than 20 meters, the Butterfly is horrible.

The big hole in the bow is shocking, and the crack is like a tortoise spider web, full of traces of smoke and fire.

The stern of the ship may look fine from the deck, but when viewed from a height, there is another obvious gap, located at the left rear, which destroys the overall round shape, just like a perfect shortbread being bitten by a child who steals its mouth With one bite, slag falls and crumbs leak.

These aren't real problems yet.

In order for Yacharin to release the soul-stirring shot, the hull of the Panthera suffered severe damage that could not be repaired. The bulkheads of the two watertight cabins on the port side were smashed, and with the influx of sea water, they completely lost the value of repairing.

Considering the need for the hull to be balanced during high-speed navigation, Karen had no choice but to unplug the plug in a symmetrical way, and manually fill the two corresponding watertight compartments on the starboard side.

As a result, nearly a hundred tons of seawater suddenly poured into the bilge, lowering the waterline of the Butterfly by a full 1.5 meters, almost turning it into a giant turtle lying on the water.

The good thing about this is that the Pansy is as stable as a mane dog in the swell of the Celtic Sea. The bad thing is that even if Lorraine keeps all the sails, the peak speed of the Pansy is less than eight knots.

They had to throw away everything they could, including ballast pebbles, sandbags, and expensive spices brought from Spain.

And it just so happened that the Reindeer, which lost its stern sail and some sailors, also couldn't reach eight knots.

The two sides chased and fled in the same direction at almost the same speed. The pursuit lasted for two days and one night, and it has been a full thirty hours so far.

Lorraine was about to be chased crazy by Villen...

In order to maintain proper physical strength and response, the sailors on board started their shifts from last night,

There are two shifts every six hours.

Seafarers also work in shifts.

However, Lorraine's requirements for flagship sailors are too high, and they generally wear multiple positions. In this case, the defect of their insufficient number is highlighted.

Lorraine, Henna, Acharin at the helm, Lorraine, Acharin, Cron at the sail, Lorraine, Henna, Pierce at the lookout...

In addition, Karen had to take care of the airtightness of the four water injection tanks, while Nuoya was in charge of comforting the hearts of the people on board. She was dumb.

And Lorraine took care of the third class.

Thirty hours, he only slept for less than two hours, his young chin had green stubble, and his temper was naturally irritable.

Just now he even had the urge to turn back and fight Wei Lun to the death. Anyway, the result is doomed, either I die, or you live...

Need to be sensible!

Enough wildness on Pierce's little face, Lorraine took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, climbed onto the cable and jumped down, just in front of Henna's steering wheel.

Henna stopped the steering wheel and looked at him for a while, without saying a word, she just stretched out her slender and long fingers to point to the railing, the meaning was probably somewhere between "go down" and "go find Nuoya".

Lorraine looked at the sea with no sails and scratched her hair irritably: "I don't want to draw lots, it will make me feel more like a fool."

"You are different." Henna said, "The Roma roam the world and are good at many ways to relieve their mood, not only divination."

"real?"

With a skeptical attitude, Lorraine went down to Noah's divination room.

Several sailors were reading a fortune.

The skylight came in through the porthole, illuminating the crystal ball of fate, and reflected a shimmer of purple violet in the cabin, which was beautiful and intoxicating.

Noah was wearing a large floral dress, covering her face with a transparent gold gauze.

The one-piece skirt had peculiar narrow sleeves, which were tightened at the elbows, and loosened at the top and loose at the bottom. During the swaying, the snow-white forearms appeared and disappeared.

As always, she doesn't touch the Tarot, sweeping it with her sleeves, sweeping it with her yarn, the Silver Tarot will be opened and closed like an elf possessed, piled up and fanned out.

Seeing this dazzling display of skills frightened the sailors, she stretched out her finger and pointed at the cards. The first card revealed the Fool.

"Fate has responded to you." She smiled in a slightly hoarse voice, "Now, if you are in doubt, draw cards."

The result is naturally the lottery, because the people on board now only care about the way forward.

live or die...

Life is the best, and the living is fulfilled; death is bound to be deceit, and the dead are wronged.

However, Nuoya is afraid of life but not of ghosts. Since the fortune-tellers are all dead, what else is there to say?

Lorraine watched the whole process with his back leaning against the cabin door, and couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw the bright and confident eyes of the sailors.

Hana is right, the Roma are good at many methods of soothing people's hearts. Witch divination may be the most widely spread method among them, but it is far from the most mysterious one.

Hearing Lorraine's chuckle, Bai Er, who was lying in the corner, rushed out with a meow.

Lorraine caught its neck in mid-air, mentioned it in front of him, pouted his mouth: "Little guy, the fishing ban has been lifted. I saw Karen fishing on the side, don't miss the opportunity."

"Meow!"

Bai Er squeaked and disappeared. Noah blushed and welcomed Lorraine into the cabin, closed the door, and said softly, "Captain, are you coming to divination too?"

Lorraine shrugged regretfully, and sat down on White Ear's original position, stroking the smooth sphere of fate.

"The wind direction is stable, and there is no need to adjust the sails. Pierce and Hannah were disturbed by me, so they... um!"

Gently touch the scalp with soft fingers.

Noah didn't know when she walked behind Lorraine, knelt down, held Lorraine's head, and let him lean in her arms.

She pressed Lorraine's scalp with her fingertips, gently, softly, as if with magical powers, she drew out the thoughts in her mind, scattered them into the void, and disappeared without a trace.

Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief: "Is this the secret art of the Roma?"

"This is the care Roma women only show to their families..." Noah lowered her head, looking at the small pure white floral frame that just surrounded herself and Lorraine on the carpet, making a noise like a mosquito, " Welcome to my caravan, my lord..."