Reborn As a Pirate

　　Elgin’s theater is a standard echo wall structure, with a towering dome framed with rows of rib-like arc-shaped arch beams, supporting the inner flat-bottomed egg-shaped space.

　　 The front end of the theater is a round stage, and the near door is around the stage with two to three hundred seats, arched upward, and six small terrace-style private rooms on each side. Although only four or five flat, they are decorated in a magnificent manner.

　　 Lorraine took Henna and Pidick and nodded their heads to bid farewell, and stepped on a thick Scottish wool rug into the private room.

Inside 　　 there are only three flannel-faced purple wide-backed chairs, which are surrounded by a small round table.

On the 　　 table are three small sight glasses with handles, black tea and refreshments, and a sign decorated with red and green Scottish plaid, with a huge [VII] written on both sides.

　　 Lorraine first moved the seat for Hina, and then took a seat next to Mr. Piddick, and lifted the bone china tea cup in front of him.

　　 "Drink tea?"

　　 Henna lifted her veil: "The kind with sugar and milk?"

　　 "You can also add nothing."

　　 Henna thought for a while: "Yes."

　　 Lorraine smiled bitterly and poured tea for Hina. It was amber, 70% full, and the bitter aroma was wafting and refreshing.

　　 Henna held the cup in both hands, took a sip, frowned, and started adding milk and sugar, a lot of milk, a lot of sugar.

　　 She clanged a whole cup of amber jade into milky white, and then she was satisfied with her mouth, licked her lips, and muttered, "It tastes good."

　　 "Sweet milk must taste good..."

The 　　 theater is brightly lit, and the intricate glass chandeliers reflect a blurred light on the dome, illuminating a podium in the middle of the stage.

　　 On the podium stood a young gentleman, tall, five-pointers like Mr. Piddick.

　　 Mr. Piddick poked his head out of the partition: "That's my nephew Ramos, who served in the Royal Navy, and later injured his back, so he retired and returned to operate a black port. He is a capable young man."

　　 "Mr. Piddick...looks like a talent." Lorraine complimented.

　　 "I will introduce you to you after the meeting, you are all young people, you should get close."

　　 Lorraine smiled and nodded: "There is Mr. Lowpidick."

　　 Ramos stood on the stage, waited for a while, and saw the businessmen attending the meeting almost all.

　　 There were one hundred fifty and sixty people sitting scattered under the stage, and six of the twelve private rooms were full.

　　 His uncle, Mr. Pidick, alluded to Lorraine with a sign, indicating to him that this was the abandoned son of the Drake family who had been mentioned to him specifically two days ago.

　　 Ramos cleared his throat and banged his hammer.

　　 "Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Ergenshavn auction. I am your emcee Ramos Pidic. There are many exotic treasures and precious treasures attending the fair. I sincerely hope that you will return with a rewarding experience."

　　 "First of all, today's first lot, exquisite canvas from Losseymouth..."

　　 Lorraine absently sipped black tea in the private room.

　　The tea is average. It is a local tea from Scotland. The taste is far less mellow than the tea from Ceylon and India, but the milk is good and the refreshment is good.

　　 Lorraine has seen many auctions on TV, art auctions, charity auctions, and land auctions...Of course it is a TV series.

　　According to the general auction house process, the first three lots are used for warming up, and they are generally not valuable.

　　 is like the canvas of Lossymouth.

　　The mainsail of a sailing ship is often larger than that of a ship. Even if it breaks during the voyage, it is usually repaired. Who will take up a large part of the precious cargo warehouse to prepare the sail?

　　 is to the point where there is nothing to make up for, the ship will enter the port. Shipyards naturally have sails to buy, and rarely change hands, and the price is cheap.

　　 Why bother to prepare your own sails?

　　The auction went smoothly to the third item.

　　 Ramos asked the workers to push on a large cart and remove the tarp, revealing a delicate...ballista made of teak scraps.

　　 Ballista is the main ship warfare weapon before artillery became popular. It consists of a base, a turntable, a crossbow, a arrow, a long cable connected to the arrow, and a winch to gather the long cable.

　　 After the artillery became popular, this kind of auxiliary gunship, a backward weapon that could barely smash small fishing boats, lost power for a while, until the whaling industry emerged and turned it into a sharp claw on fishing boats.

　　 So it also has a more familiar name, called Yucha Pao.

　　 This is the first goal of Lorraine's auction, and it ranks third in priority.

Ramos said: "Bell Dockyard is famous in northern Scotland. This fishing fork gun was designed and built by the dock apprentice Clen Scott personally. Fork and a standard five-hundred-meter long cable, and Mr. Scott promised to install it himself. The starting price is five pounds, and the price increases by ten shillings each time."

　　 Lorraine motioned to Henna to raise the card.

　　 Ramos' eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Private room number seven, five pounds!"

　　 Before he finished speaking, four or five cards were vying to hold high in the audience, and the price of the fishing fork gun rose all the way, and soon rose to eight pounds.

　　 Lorraine can't help but wonder, is it that Elgin's auction venue is especially popular with whaling merchants?

　　 Otherwise, why can a fishing fork gun that should go into the museum make a climax?

　　 He leaned over the baffle and glanced at Mr. Piddick: "Sir, would you like to help me out?"

　　Pidick had been waiting for Lorraine to ask.

　　 He laughed loudly and explained, "This is not a shot, but an opportunity to meet Mr. Scott."

　　 "Contact? An apprentice?"

"He's not an ordinary apprentice." Pidick sold it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Riley Bell is the best boatman in Marion County in recent decades, and he was in the Devonport Shipyard ten years ago. A master craftsman, aged and dizzy, retired to Losseymouth and opened the Bell Shipyard."

"Karen Scott is Mr. Bell's disciple, and he is the best disciple. He is a master of skills, he has long been an apprentice, only because of Mr. Bell's poor health, he was treated as an apprentice. Look after the teacher."

　　 Lorraine suddenly became interested: "You mean... the apprentice is not an apprentice?"

　　 "In the past six years, Bell Dockyard has basically been managed by him. Not only has the reputation of the Dockyard not fallen, but it has a better reputation than when Bell was self-employed. Do you think he is an apprentice?"

　　Lorraine was confused on the contrary when Pidick said this.

　　 "Sir, according to your statement, he is loyal and reusable, why..."

　　 "Bell died years ago."

"died?"

　　 "Yes, Bell is dead. His son has hired a new master and manager less than a month after he inherited the dock. Mr. Scott is still an apprentice as the dock's signboard. Why do you say this?"

　　 Lorraine's eyes lit up.

　　 In just a short time, the ballista bid has risen to a high price of eleven pounds, Lorraine chuckled lightly and took the sign from Hina.

　　 "Fifteen pounds."

　　 The venue was suddenly quiet.

　　 The nobleman in the private room bid for the second time and raised the bid to eight bids in one breath, which is obviously a must for Scott.

　　 Most people began to hesitate, until Ramos began to count down, and then someone tried to say: "Fifteen pounds ten first..."

　　 "Thirty pounds." Lorraine stood up and bowed around the boxes. He said, "There is a lack of manpower on the ship, which makes everyone laugh."