Reborn As a Pirate

　　Different from the bustling central port area, at night, the seaside port area where black port warehouses are concentrated is as quiet as the dock area.

　　 People in the port area are either at ease in the central port area or hiding in their respective warehouses, and they are easily reluctant to walk around.

　　 This brings much convenience to Lorraine.

　　 After learning the location of Old Barry's warehouse from Pete, and after field inspection and Old Hansa's confirmation, Lorraine and Henna compared a simple sketch and agreed on the next action plan.

　　 Soon after nightfall, Pete's carriage slowly drove into the dock area and stopped at the side near the seaport area.

　　 The two were once again divided into two groups.

　　 Lorraine stood alone on the beach, looked up at the lightly lit port area two miles away, and jumped into the sea.

　　...

　　 Linhai Port Area is the oldest and best-preserved built-up area in Black Port.

　　 Hundreds of years ago, when Blackport was still Cherbourg, this port area was the French military port.

　　 In addition to deeper and wider mooring docks, the French also built more than a dozen large dry and wet docks along the coast. After later reconstruction, it has now become the watergate warehouse with the best conditions in the black port.

　　 Watergate Warehouse is a special warehouse, generally divided into three connected warehouses.

　　 The former warehouse is the largest, with a large water gate facing the sea. There are at least two non-open boat mooring lanes in the warehouse, which is the wet dock of the year.

　　The middle warehouse is slightly narrower, but taller. In the middle is the former dry dock. The merchants filled the lower dam and converted it into a pure warehouse.

　　 Because of the high roof of the warehouse, there are two large rows of hanging houses along the warehouse wall, which are generally used as workers' dormitories.

　　 The rear warehouse is the smallest warehouse. It used to be the residence of shipmen and seamen. After remodeling, it is now a mansion for the boss and core backbone of the Chamber of Commerce.

Lorraine opened his eyes at the bottom of the water. The eyeball was covered with a transparent double eyelid. It was invisible at first glance, but it was tough and dense. It protected his eyes from the salty sea water and floating objects in the port, and he could stay freely. See things underwater.

　　Various sounds came into the ears through the sea water, merchant ships entering the port a few miles away broke through the water, soft waves hit the embankment, and people were fishing at the beach. If there were none, I don’t know who they were talking to...

　　 Every voice is so clearly distinguishable, he can recognize the direction and the approximate distance.

　　The benefits of the whaler's blood are more than sonar.

　　 His breathing became longer and he was underwater, so he could not feel bad for a few minutes.

　　 His swimming style is like a fish, and his body slides out several meters when he swings his legs.

　　 After only a few breath changes, he has already dived deep into the harbor area and approached the No. 3 sump in the harbor area silently.

　　 On the other side, Henna took off her large coat and heavy leather boots, and turned up the roof like a civet.

　　 She rushed forward in the night wind, leaping over the empty streets.

　　 her limbs touched the ground, her knees and elbows were slightly bent, and she landed smoothly and gently on the top of the high protruding middle warehouse, and met a leisurely wild cat on the narrow path.

"Meow?"

　　 The wild cat tilted his head, seemingly curious why the same kind in front of him is so big, and it looks completely different from it.

　　 Henna straightened up and glanced at the cat: "Meow."

　　 Lorraine slid into the water gate through the underwater fence blocking the ship like a fish.

　　 This is the former warehouse, mostly built on the sea, the water depth ranges from shallow to deep, and the deepest point is close to eight meters.

　　At this depth, human sight can no longer penetrate the barrier composed of sea water, and the water surface and the water bottom have become two relatively independent worlds.

　　 Lorraine straightened up under the water, passed the leisurely swimming fish, and saw eight rows of wooden stakes lined up like guards. They were in two rows with a distance of fourteen-five meters apart.

　　 This shows that there are three berths in the warehouse in Old Bari, and two of them are parked.

　　 The middle berth is a small fishing boat less than five meters long, and the left berth is a big boat with a draft close to four meters.

　　 The keel has a curved front, and the hull is slightly fat. Lorraine floats close to the keel, and finds a trace of reinforcement from the inside on the ship board near the central rudder.

　　 This is the reinforcement he personally made for the Attis Beauty before leaving Plymouth.

　　 Lorraine closed his eyes and continued to float up against the central rudder, showing half of his head at the stern, barely showing his nose, and breathed softly.

　　 He quickly dived again, at the deepest point to the pier plank in the middle of the left and middle two roads, lying flat in the middle of the stakes, less than 30 centimeters from the water.

　　There are people in the warehouse.

　　 There are two people scattered in the outer warehouse, one on the bow of the Attis Beauty, and the other on the plank road farthest away from him, all fishing, silent.

　　 Two thick fishing lines hang down quietly, and moon-white buoys float up and down on the water, swinging lightly with the waves.

　　 Lorraine thought for a while, dived deep, picked up the fish hook nearby, circumvented the stakes lightly, circled twice, and hooked on his leather boots again.

　　 After doing all this, he started to approach the angler.

　　 The fishing line ran out, the buoy sank suddenly, and the coil began to spin wildly.

　　 The rattles tied to the coil jingled wildly, and the dozing fisherman woke up suddenly, tightened the fishing rod, got up and took up the line!

　　 The sharp fishing hook instantly ripped off the boot skin that was only hooked on the corner of a star, swam backwards in the sea, plunged into the wooden stake with a duh, and could not be pulled for half a minute.

　　 Yuganqu has become a half-moon!

　　 The angler got excited, and while trying his best to grab the fishing rod and coil, he shouted to his distant companion: "Al! Big fish! Big fish!"

　　 "God! Peiro, did you catch a shark?"

　　 Al exclaimed and rushed over to help. Pei Luo looked at his feet triumphantly, and suddenly saw a group of white flowers in the middle of the pitch black shadow.

　　 "Huh? This is..."

　　 Wow!

　　 A big hand stretched out from the water, grabbing Pei Luo's ankle like an electric flash, and pulling forcefully!

　　 Pei Luo exclaimed and fell into the sea, his head banged on the edge of the plank road, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was fainted for a moment.

　　 At this moment, Lorraine hooked his neck and dragged him all the way to the bottom of the water, hooking his waistband to the anchor tip of the Beauty.

　　 Pei Luo raised his eyes and frantically danced his hands and feet, the slower he danced, and the softer he danced.

　　 The sudden change made Al on the shore bewildered. In his opinion, Peiro was dragged into the water by a big fish.

　　 That bang was probably injured when he stumbled and fell, and the erythema floating on the sea also proved that the fall was heavy.

　　 But he can't see where Peiro is!

　　 The sea water can only be seen for two or three meters, and the tumbling bubbles are everywhere, and he can't find Pei Luo's position when he looks very hard.

　　 It's been more than a minute!

　　 Seeing that there are fewer and fewer bubbles on the water, Al gritted his teeth, tried to open his eyes, and jumped into the water.

　　Underwater is another world.

　　 Wooden stakes, the bottom of the boat, there is no sound from far and near.

　　 He saw Peiro stretch out his limbs and open his mouth, floating on the iron anchor of the big ship, twitching very occasionally, and spit out a little bit of air bubbles from his mouth.

　　 Hell?

　　 Al hurried to water ski to save, and dived to the bottom, suddenly felt that someone was grabbing his waist.

　　噗!

　　 The sharp stabbing sword pierced his throat from behind, and as soon as it was exposed, the tip of the sword retracted like lightning.

　　 Large swarms of dirty blood poured out along the wound, mixed in a long string of bubbles and turned over the water.

　　 Al clutched his neck in despair and turned back.

　　 He saw a slender figure in a white shirt lifted up his head and floated gracefully, then jumped out of the water and disappeared completely before his eyes.

　　 He exhaled the last air bubble in his lungs.

　　Head...There are ghosts in the water...The sailor, he's back...