Reborn As a Pirate

Everything in the Artis Chamber of Commerce is proceeding in an orderly manner.

First of all, from nautical charts to needles and threads for mending sails, all kinds of nautical equipment are available, and Lorraine basically bills, and Lake pays for.

Lake had no money, and the nautical chart was the worst-quality mimeograph plate, with rough printing and blurred images, and only a limited number of seven or eight major ports were marked along the strait.

But this is not a problem for Lorraine. His final work in the cartography class of the sea school is the 1773 edition of the military map of the Strait. Now with the coastline and latitude and longitude as reference, it only took him a day and a half to complete the chart.

The second is the division of the chamber of commerce.

After deducting some equipment expenses, Lake's share capital still had 30 gold pounds. When Lorraine joined the business, he said that he would use 13 shillings to invest in the shares, but Lake confiscated it. Instead, he invested in technology and gave Lorraine 10% of the shares.

So Lorraine got promoted.

He is now a partner of the chamber of commerce, and he is also the vice president.

Finally, and most importantly, the destination of the maiden voyage.

Lake inquired from the broker that there was a batch of black porcelain in Cherbourg, France, which was to be sold.

After some intense discussions, the top management of the Chamber of Commerce made a unified decision to go to Cherbourg.

After seven days of preparation in the port, the Artis Beauty was fully loaded with fresh vegetables from Plymouth, and officially set sail on a sunny and breezy day.

Lorraine locked the rudder with a click, ran to the mainmast, and swung the sail up the crossbar.

"Anchor!"

He shouted loudly, and Lake, who was wearing a lifebuoy, turned the winch with all his might. The long iron chains rattled up to the surface of the water, and the sharp anchor hooks shone coldly in the morning sun.

Lorraine smiled and tore off the scarf, letting the bright red scarf flutter in the wind.

"The wind blows from northeast to east, breeze, three knots!"

He jumped down from the crossbar, dropped the rigging, and untied the jib with a squeak.

The bow sail was bulging, and the Artis Beauty stepped on the waves, swaying and slowly leaving the shore.

Lorraine fixed the bowsail, ran back to the helm position, raised his hand to release the buckle, and held the handwheel tightly.

"Captain, give the order!"

Lake was trembling with excitement, leaning on the winch and shouting to the sky: "Target Cherbourg! The Beauty of Artis! Sail! Set sail!"

...

There is no land in the vast sea, and there are all kinds of blue, dark blue, and light blue. Occasionally, a big fish jumps out of the water, splashing, and breaking the blue.

The sky is also blue, blue and cloudless.

Under the sun, there are a few seagulls quacking, flying leisurely, their eyes reflecting the scene of the sea.

A chubby cork-type merchant ship was lazily drifting in the sea, against the wind, smooth and slow.

Lorraine sat on the bow of the ship with legs bent, holding the crossbar of the sail with one hand, and holding a quill with the other, comparing the chart and compass, writing and drawing in the notebook from time to time.

Their luck is very bad, these days are full of headwinds.

The shortcomings of the Kirk type are fully exposed in such weather. Lorraine does not need a square sail, and only relies on a small triangular bow to maintain a basic speed of 0.5 to 1 knot.

According to this state, it will take three days to drive to Cherbourg...

It's not a big problem to sail for a few more days, but there are some fresh vegetables on board. If we float to Cherbourg like this, won't the vegetables turn into wilted vegetables?

How can we make the boat go faster?

Lorraine thought.

He was thinking deeply, when a harsh and low voice suddenly came from his ear.

"vomit!"

His train of thought was interrupted, so Lorraine had no choice but to put down his pen, and complained to Lake, "Sir, you've disturbed me."

Lake was leaning against the side of the mainmast with a big wooden barrel in his arms, his face like gold paper.

He laughed miserably: "Little Lorraine, you have to get used to it. Young people just have to concentrate in a noisy environment in order to...vomit!"

Lorraine rolled his eyes, and moved the bow sail slightly according to the wind: "Didn't I give you advice? Go to the cabin and vomit,

Get a dirty piece if you want, at least not stain the deck. "

"But in the cabin...uh...it smells bad and shakes more. I think I might die...uh...at sea."

"Every sea school student knows that he will die at sea, which is not worth bragging about."

"I swear to God, it's a curse... vomit... a curse, not a brag."

Lorraine shrugged and asked doubtfully: "Sir, you are a cobbler, and you are a good cobbler. I can't figure it out. Why did you come on board?"

"Because... vomit!"

After a lot of hardships, Lorraine finally found out the ins and outs before Lake died.

Lake was a good tanner, and as he said, the Artys tannery had been in Plymouth for three generations, and for a time was the industry standard for good hides in Devon.

However, the steam engine workshop appeared.

A big businessman bought three steam engines in Plymouth, replaced part of the manpower, and opened a large tanning workshop.

Machine tanning is indeed not as soft as human-tanned leather, but it is soft enough, and the cost is far lower.

The tanning shop of the Lake family was hit hard, and the business was bleak. In order to maintain the business, he owed a huge debt of fifty pounds in three years, and he was only one step away from bankruptcy.

Just when he was at a loss, God opened a window for him.

His dear second cousin reported to God, and left him a huge fortune in her will, the Artis Beauty.

The cost of the standard Kirk model is 500 pounds, and the beauty is half old, with a market price of about 300 pounds.

He faces two choices, sell the ship and save the tannery, or sell the tannery and strive for a different future in a new field.

Lake bravely chose the latter.

He gave the tannery to the steam workshop for twenty pounds, and mortgaged the family's ancestral property with the gentleman, fifteen pounds.

He stepped out of his comfort zone with the thirty-five pounds and came to the unfamiliar Soto Port. After some chance, he finally got together with Lorraine.

Hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help but smile wryly: "So sir, you are putting all your eggs in one basket now. What if you lose all your money this trip?"

"I can still... vomit... what should I do?" Lake wiped his mouth and took a few breaths, "If I can't make any money, I can only sell the Beauty. Pierce is still at home, I... vomit... I'm a useless father, but I can't let my eight-year-old sleep on the street with no food or clothing."

Lorraine exclaimed: "You still have a son? Where's your wife?"

"Dead... vomit... dead. Pierce and I are dependent on each other, there is no third person in the family."

"You still have a son at least." Lorraine walked over and patted Lake's back lightly. "Even for him, you should adapt to life at sea. Trust me, this trip won't cost you anything."

As soon as his blessing fell, a cool breeze suddenly blew from the sea.

He straightened up in surprise and tore off the hood.

The bright red scarf danced like an elf in the palm of the hand, hunting against the strong wind.

Lorraine murmured: "The wind is southeast and south, the wind force is five, a stroke?"

"vomit!"

Lorraine raised her foot and kicked the lifebuoy angrily.

Lake's fat body swayed, and he raised his head pitifully: "Little Lorraine, the boat seems to... vomit... it's shaking even more..."

"Because your god cheated again."

"Eh?"

"Cheating, sir." Lorraine took a deep breath of the clear sea breeze, "If you can honestly go to the cabin to disgust yourself now, instead of getting in the way here...it's not dark, you will see the coastline of Cherbourg !"

"Eh!"

Lake hurriedly dragged the barrel and climbed to the stern cabin. Taking advantage of this time, Lorraine quickly furled the bowsail, untied the mainmast rigging, exerted strength, and hoisted the sail.

The huge square sail was hoisted up to the top, drumming like a full moon!

He yelled into the wind: "Wind! Sail full! Niord, come on... send us to France!"