Reborn As a Pirate

Under Noah's gentle pressure, Lorraine felt that she had entered a peaceful harbor.

Half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard the hatch door being slammed.

Boom boom boom boom!

Noah ran away like a frightened white ear, and Lorraine suddenly lost his support, waving his hands and smashing them on the thick woven flower carpet in embarrassment. Although it didn't hurt, it was also quite frightened.

He grinned and got up, gave Noah an apologetic smile, opened the hatch, and saw Pierce.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, there is a large area of ​​fog in the direction of ten o'clock. The distance is about fifteen kilometers. We may pass through it from the side."

"Fog area?"

A very strange word, Lorraine couldn't help frowning and looking at the sky.

The weather is fine, the big waves on the sea are caused by the trade wind, and have nothing to do with the rainstorm and thunder. How can this situation encounter foggy areas...

"Let Hana go around, at this time..."

"captain!"

Before Lorraine's order was finished, Karen ran over in a panic, his white ears still lying on his head, and he couldn't even pull them off.

"Captain, the bilge is starting to leak! We have been filling the water for too long, and the glue on the sealing plate has begun to fall off. There is basically no possibility of saving it!"

"The bilge is leaking?" Lorraine's expression changed drastically, "One, or..."

"Three!"

The Butterfly has six watertight compartments on each side, plus the bow and stern, a total of fourteen.

There were four water injections before, and the draft of the ship has been pushed to the limit. If there are three more... No! It's four!

The ship will surely sink!

Lorraine took a deep breath, and his mind, which had been emptied so easily, turned rapidly again.

Shipwreck is the worst possibility, but the cabin itself is not damaged, and there are enough sailors on board to drain water, the possibility of direct sinking is very small.

However, the water filling in the three cabins will definitely slow down the speed of the Butterfly. It will not be long before the Reindeer will catch up. In the vast sea, they have no chance of escape!

The only way to survive...

Lorraine gritted her teeth: "I'll take the helm, Karen will steer the sails, Pierce and Noah will direct the sailors to drain the water, and let Hannah go to the watchtower immediately... and Yacharin, wake him up!"

"Captain, do you want to..."

"We... enter the fog zone!"

Into the fog zone!

Fifteen kilometers away, it only takes one hour at the current speed of the Butterfly Flower. Even if the speed loss caused by the wind and water leakage is included, the whole process will not exceed one and a half hours.

Surrounded by everyone, Lorraine boarded the helm and took over the handwheel from Hana.

The two looked at each other, pursed their lips, and nodded solemnly to each other.

"Full left rudder, half square sail, cut the wind!" Lorraine shouted to the sailors on the deck, "Butterfly, target, fog zone!"

...

After chasing and escaping, the speed of the Pansy was gradually decreasing, and the Reindeer circled from behind to the side, and was chasing after the right rear of Lorraine.

This is the news reported by Henna on the observation deck.

Judging from the Reindeer's response, Villen apparently also discovered the existence of the fog zone, and also saw through Lorraine's attempt.

Fortunately, or unfortunately...

The fog zone is not at twelve o'clock, but at ten o'clock.

With a nearly 30-degree cut, the full-rigged Reindeer couldn't cut the wind as deftly as the Pansies. After losing the huge stern sail, all she can do is keep breaking the line, in this way to maintain the speed of pursuit.

This undoubtedly greatly increased the distance traveled by the Reindeer, barely maintaining the balance of speed between the two sides when the enemy was fast and we were slow.

The deck of the Pansy was a mess.

The wind was high, the waves were rough, and in an unstable wind cutting environment, the sailors stood in long rows on the deck, and each of them tied a cable around their waists to fix their bodies.

They sent buckets of water up from the bilge, poured them into the sea, and passed the buckets back again, and the circle began to circle.

Race against time, speed, load, and wind!

Everything needs to be grabbed with one's own hands, and every small advantage is used to offset the increasingly obvious disadvantages of one's own side!

See the fog zone!

At the same time as seeing the foggy area, there was an exclamation on the deck: "Destroyer!"

The huge body of the Reindeer suddenly jumped out of the sea level, smashed the waves with a bang, and rushed straight towards the side of the Butterfly from two kilometers away!

"Acharin! Boom her sails!"

With a loud roar, Lorraine suddenly fully loaded the rudder, Yacharin got the elevation angle, and the six-pound gun that had been prepared for a long time was fired at the same time as the bow gun of the Reindeer!

Boom boom boom!

Huge water splashes soared into the sky, blooming on both sides of the ships on both sides, and the salty sea water poured on Lorraine's face. Lorraine wiped his face and pulled the bow back to the course.

"1.7 distance from the fog zone, 1.3 distance from the reindeer, Lorraine, she will intercept us!" Haina shouted from the observation deck.

"She can't stop!" Lorraine's face was grim, "Full sail, turn it! Yacharin, go to the stern gun!"

Keren ran to hoist the sail himself, and Yacharin crawled into the stern cabin. The square sail was raised again, and Lorraine cut the wind and pulled the bow of the ship back to the wind direction. The whole ship slammed and became front and rear with the reindeer again.

The distance between the two sides is already less than one kilometer. In the vast sea, this distance is almost the same as rear-end collision!

The reindeer's bow guns roared again, and one of them hit the hull, plowing out debris all over the sky.

The Butterfly hit the waves, the bow was high, and then, it fell!

"Acharin!"

"Sophie Labride, bless me!"

boom!

There was only one cannon sound on the high stern of the ship, and Yacharin fired a chain bullet, then abandoned the cannon and lay down on the porthole to watch.

The round iron bullet drew a high arc and opened in the air. An iron chain, two hemispheres, flew to the top of the Reindeer like a straight dumbbell, and hung on the dense sails on the bow.

It spun round and round on the sail line, and the red-hot iron chain burned two cables overnight.

collapse! collapse!

Yacharin knew that this was his auditory hallucination, but he just heard such playing and singing.

The bow sail of the Reindeer smashed down, and the huge topsail lost its force in an instant, and it collapsed into half sail loosely.

"Vive la!"

Amid Yacharin's cheers, the Reindeer slowed down suddenly as if it had stepped on the brakes. Before it could adjust its hull, the broken Panthera returned to the tangent line, swaying, and plunged headlong into the monster-like bed. The dense fog on the sea disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Villen stared blankly at the disappearing shadow of the ship.

"I failed?"

The navigator beside him reminded in panic: "Admiral, this location, Ireland and Iceland are exactly at the three fulcrums of an equilateral triangle. According to the ancient navigator legend..."

"I've heard the legend." Villen interrupted the navigator coldly, "The Viscount gave "Mirror Mirror of the Sailor" as a gift to every admiral of the chamber of commerce. Although it is a worthless ancient sea chart, I have the honor to read it Pass."

"Now that you know..."

"Are you scared?" Villen stared at the navigator, his eyes full of menacing, "It's just a strange foggy area and hidden reefs. The barbaric English pirates dared to go in, but we... the glorious French gentlemen will be feared by the ancients." Grab the bridle?"

The navigator swallowed hard: "As long as there is an order from the admiral..."

"Go home."

"Eh?"

"Order, return." Villen brushed his blood-stained windbreaker front, "As far as I know, there have been no less than five adventurers who have tried to explore Hebashi Fog Island in the past century, but small boats can't get in, and big ships can't get in." No. Stupid English pirates this time driving Brigantine into the mist is death."

He sneered: "Our time is honorable and precious. Cantabrian prey is far more valuable than these dead people."