Reborn As a Pirate

Under the stars and the moon, Lorraine finally saw the outline of the island.

The island is just a few miles away, with scattered silver-white sandy beaches and lush island jungles.

There are two volcanoes in the center of the island, the west mountain is high, the east mountain is low, and the mountains are round and round. There are two smoke columns on the top of the mountain that go straight up to the blue clouds, looking like the silhouette of a huge black rabbit from a distance.

It turned out that John Naspert was not lying. There really was a black rabbit as big as a mountain on Herbashi Island. So... where is the wizard?

Confused, the exhausted two were washed up on the beach by the waves.

Lorraine barely walked a few steps, and couldn't walk anymore when he reached the dry sand.

He staggered to his knees and fell on his back without making a sound.

Haina was startled, and hurried up, only to realize that Lorraine had fallen asleep...

She looked at Lorraine's pale face tenderly, leaned closer, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Sleep, my captain, I will always protect you."

This time, Lorraine fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the night was still the same, a bonfire was lit beside him, a few wooden sticks were propped up on the beach, and they were tied with slings. On the slings, Henna's pure white combat uniform was only half dried.

From this he knew that he had only slept for a while.

Lorraine turned over and sat up, in a different place... and saw the naked Henna sitting with her back facing him, facing the sea and hugging her knees.

The white moonlight illuminates her smooth brown skin, which is slightly moist like jade. A beauty under the moon is indescribable.

The movement of him getting up startled Hannah.

With two short knives at hand, she held the knives in one hand, flipped them around and turned around, and suddenly, their eyes met.

A man was reflected in Bicui's eyes...

Cross-legged, Da Ma Jindao sat on the sand, with one hand on his knees and the other on his chin, with a half-smile on his face and fixed eyes, as if he was admiring some masterpiece of art handed down from generation to generation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a good figure, why do you always like to wear a smock..."

Duh!

The flying knife was released from his hand, three inches into the ground.

Hina quickly wrapped herself up.

Although the battle uniform is slim and fit, it is more than a little bit more beautiful than the wide overalls, but it is still not as good-looking as when it is naked.

Lorraine felt sorry.

In regret, he saw Hai Na's blushing face and eyes running away in a panic, and decided to hide the little thoughts in his heart without saying a word.

He poked the bonfire with a smile: "Hina..."

"Didn't you faint from exhaustion? How did you wake up so quickly!"

"To be precise, I just fell asleep." Lorraine shrugged. "The whalers are the sons of the sea. In the arms of our mother, we are stronger than ever and recover faster."

"But that's... that's also..."

Lorraine jumped up with a laugh, and pulled out the long knife with a clang: "I'll spear two fish in the water. When it's dawn, I'll go find the Butterfly, and that wizard who likes to give gold coins!"

The sun rises in the east!

At dawn, the golden light spread all over the sky, illuminating the inch-sized Hebashi Island, and unfolding a beautiful fairyland in front of Lorraine and Henna.

Blue sea, silver sand, sun palms, broad-leaved shrubs.

In the distance, the mountains that look like rabbits are black, and the downwards are continuous dark green, and the surrounding beach is light green and tender green. The quartz sand beach is silver and flawless, and the sea water in front of you is crystal clear.

Lorraine and Henna sat shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the sand. The bonfire around me had been extinguished long ago, and wisps of black smoke rose from the woodpile, drifting towards the sky, echoing the smoke pillars of the distant mountains and the foggy walls in the sky, and swaying gracefully.

Hannah was intoxicated by the beauty.

"Lorraine."

"Ok."

"Why do they call it Devil's Island?"

"Because the legend about it appeared suddenly overnight, like a demon whispering in a man's ear.

"

"Really?"

"Of course not." Lorraine laughed dumbly. "In the early Renaissance, people dug up Pythagozilla's theory of the circle of the earth from Greek classics, and found evidence from Eratosthenes and Ptolemy. I began to doubt the flat earth theory preached by the Catholic Church. People are willing to believe that the earth is round, and among them, navigators are the most convinced."

"The legend of Herbazi began to appear in the mouths of navigators from then on. They said that there was a new continent on the west side of Europe and on the other side of the ocean, and they tried their best to describe it. Even if Columbus discovered America, it is the same as the legendary They are not the same as Hebashi, and they are not willing to admit that the things that their ancestors have passed on and described for generations are false, but they just reluctantly turned the mainland of Hebashi into the island of Hebashi."

"It carries the resistance of the navigators to the church's rule, just like Copernicus and Bruno's heliocentric theory. This is the real reason why it is called Alcatraz, because every adventurer who looks for it is in the eyes of the church. Fallen beings tempted by demons."

"So it's so important..." Hannah blinked and stood up, "Lorraine, where is the Butterfly?"

"We didn't see the boat when we swam up. If she didn't sink in the reef, she must be on the back of the island, blocked by the volcano."

"Round the island? Or cross?"

"Let's go around the island." Lorraine also stood up and patted the broken sand on his pants. "Going into the jungle rashly, I'm afraid I'll meet a wizard who gives gold coins. If he's not friendly, it will be bad."

A plan of action is set.

Both Lorraine and Henna are nimble and action-oriented, once they make a decision, they set off immediately.

The two proceeded cautiously along the coastline, chopped bushes, and walked around the island without encountering too many obstacles along the way. After spending half a day, they found the Butterfly that was stranded on the back of the island.

She rushed up the beach crookedly, the bow of the ship was high, exposing the hideous and broken hull in the sun.

Seeing the busy figures of the sailors, Lorraine smiled sincerely: "Those guys... did a good job."

...

However, Lorraine didn't know that the scene on the boat was actually another scene at this time.

The Butterfly arrived on the island later than Lorraine. It was not until four hours ago that they spread their sails and took advantage of the wind to rush onto the beach.

It was broad daylight then.

After successfully stranded the hull ashore, they spent another two hours logging, using palm logs as wheels, and concentrated their manpower to straighten the hull and pad it on the floor.

Until then, the Butterfly was completely out of the shadow of the shipwreck.

The pressure of survival is gone, and other worries come flooding in.

Clen held his own cable axe and roared to direct the sailors to cut wood for materials.

Pierce took a few sailors to clean up the warehouse, moved food and water to the beach, and built a simple shelter for the rain.

Nuoya knelt by the steering wheel without saying a word, with the crystal ball of fate in front of her, and the same quiet white ears lying on her shoulders. The magical silver Tarot lined up in front of her, shuffling the cards again and again, and divination again and again.

Acharim wandered about like a savior, looking like he had nothing to do and was too busy to touch the ground.

Everyone has unspoken doubts in their hearts.

After Lorraine and Henna fell into the water, the Butterfly sailed for nearly ten hours. Calculated at a speed of 0.5 knots, their travel distance was close to ten kilometers, and it would only be long, not short.

With such a long distance and deep fog, can Lorraine really swim to the island with Henna?

What would they do if they lost their captain?

Yacharin was the one who was most convinced of all that Lorraine was dead at the bottom of the sea.

He became restless, feeling that he saved the whole ship and deserved to be supported as the new captain of the Butterfly.

To be justified, he needs the support of the sailors.

Keren, Pierce, Noah... who to start with?

Yacharin's eyes wandered over the three of them, and when he saw Noah sitting alone by the steering wheel, a smug smile appeared on his handsome face.

Who could be a better target for a romantic gentleman than a cowardly, useless Roma girl who is beloved by sailors?

Capture this woman, and then... seize the throne of the captain and president!