Reborn As a Pirate

　　 "Drip! Drip!"

　　 "Run, run, boys!"

　　 "You are glorious Plymouth cadets, destined to be great! Destined to be extraordinary! Destined to die at sea! Destined!"

　　 "Doomed!"

　　 "Long live Great Britain!"

　　 "Long live our king!"

　　 In the calm Plymouth Bay, a small Galen ship stopped at sea. There were countless teenagers running **** the deck, the sharp whistle and the shouting with all their strength went straight through the sky.

　　 This is the training ship HMS Heir of the Plymouth Naval Academy. Captain Sir Billy Leighton, Royal Navy Meritorious Captain, is also the most famous devil instructor of the Naval Academy.

　　Lorraine is his student...

A fifteen-year-old boy starts training every morning. He runs around the deck, fights, climbs sails, slides down from the observation deck cable, and then jumps into the sea with a stern, and gets his lunch from a buoy five kilometers away. Qualify, swim back again.

　　 After lunch, they will start relatively easy shooting training, including guns and guns, pushing heavy cannons and running back and forth on the deck, jumping boats, diving, and qualifying for dinner on the iron ring of the anchor chain.

　　 They can't rest after dinner. As sailors on the ship, they must scrub the deck, tie each rope with sailors, gather and repair the sails, even if the sails of the Heir never break holes.

　　 Then can I sleep?

　　 In theory, it's okay, as long as Sir Layton doesn't have insomnia or dreams of a fire on the ship.

　　 Once he dreamed, the boys had to pour midnight water on the clean and spotless deck, and then dry the water marks in the middle of the night to cope with the repeated training the next day.

　　 "007's life is much more fulfilling than 996..."

　　 Standing on the high observation deck, Lorraine looked at the distant shadow of the British Isles with emotion, suddenly took off his turban and wrapped his palms, gritted his teeth, climbed the rope, and jumped down!

　　 Wow!

　　 After half an hour, the wet Lorraine crawled back to the deck, slapped a thin sliver of sheepskin on Sir Layton.

　　 Sir put down his pocket watch in disgust: "42 minutes and 16 seconds, little Drake, you are a minute slower than yesterday. Didn't you sleep well?"

　　 "Thanks to you, sir, the people on this ship have been sleeping less than two hours for two consecutive days. If you continue to have nightmares tonight, I think I will die suddenly in the cabin."

　　 "Don't think about it, ghost spirit!" Sir laughed, "Your classmates are still in the water, so you have half an hour to rest."

　　天籁啊...

　　 Upon hearing the sound of the sky, Lorraine slapped and beat his chest: "Thank you, sir!"

　　 "This is what you deserve, but you have to remember..."

　　 "My goal is not my classmates around me, it's the **** Rexona Nelson." Lorraine raised his hand, "Say the same thing three times a day, sir, it's time to cure your insomnia."

　　...

　　 It's late at night, people are not quiet...

　　In the era of sailing battleships, the accommodation conditions for sailors have been poor.

　　Because the space of warships is limited, in order to save space, most of their bedrooms are arranged on the gun deck with artillery.

　　 Hundreds of hedgehogs gathered in the cramped cabin and hit the floor, surrounded by thousands of kilograms of artillery.

　　 Once the card wheel on the gun frame slips or breaks due to the shaking of the hull, the consequence is... an accident.

　　 But it is precisely because of this that top students have the qualifications to sleep on rope beds.

　　 Just put a set of net-facing hooks on them, and they can stand high above the cannon, swaying and rest assured.

　　 Lorraine’s bed is a rope bed, and one end is attached to the muzzle, and the other is connected to the outside of the cabin. Once you turn over, you can escape from the VIP seat.

　　 He was lying on the Internet with his arm pillowed, listening to all kinds of teeth and snoring under him, looking through the small artillery porthole, staring at the dark night like **** outside.

　　 Unknowingly, the sea exercises for the past six months.

　　 The gunshots of Lexington came as scheduled.

　　In Virginia, in Massachusetts...Across the east coast of North America, the future Union militias launched a fearless assault on the British colonial garrison like skirmishers. No matter how heavy the loss was, they could not see the intention to retreat.

　　 In just a few months, nearly a hundred soldiers died in the country. Such a huge loss finally made London alert.

　　 A month and a half ago, the HMS Lion interrupted sea trials and was officially delivered to the Royal Navy.

　　 Elia rushed to Devonport and announced her appointment on the second day of taking over the new flagship.

　　According to the time when the fleet left England, at this moment, he probably has seen the coastline of Kingston.

　　 The problem is that Lorraine still failed to convince him...

　　The atmosphere at several father-son gatherings in Devonport was not good. Lorraine tried to ask for help from his brother Shaq, who was also serving in Devonport. As a result, even Shaq also stood on Elia's side.

　　On how to persuade a group of English aristocrats who are stubborn and love you...

　　 Lorraine was helpless.

　　 Even if marine exercises are about to end in six months, even if he is about to get an official position and become an excellent officer in the Royal Navy, he is still under eighteen years old.

　　England's law states that every young person under the age of eighteen needs to be guarded, and every life decision needs the signature of a guardian, and resignation is just one of them.

　　 So it is very likely that Lorraine will have to serve in the army until he is eighteen, and he will not be able to set off until he is legally adult before he can start chasing the life he wants.

　　 Two more years...

　　 chanted greetings over the laws of England, Lorraine turned over and got ready to go to bed.

　　 He suddenly saw the shaky light signal on the sea, three shots long and one shot short.

　　 The emergency communication of the sea school?

　　 He closed his eyes questioningly and fell asleep.

　　 I didn't know how long I slept at this time, and the third officer called him up before the day broke.

　　 "Little Drake, get out of bed silently and report to the captain's room immediately."

　　 "Jazz?"

　　 I don’t know why, Lorraine thought of the emergency communication before going to bed...

　　 "Assault captain of the Heir, Sergeant Cadet Lorraine Drake is here!"

"Enter."

"Yes!"

　　 Outside the towering stern, Lorraine checked his attire for the last time.

　　 The leggings are tightly bound, the buttons are solid, the turban, the sword, the attire on the body is all right, and the military uniforms and shirts have no obvious wrinkles.

　　 He took a deep breath, pushed the door, and entered the cabin.

　　Sir Layton was sitting at his small wine table frowning, with a pipe in his mouth, a small half glass of brandy and a roll of parchment wrapped in flame.

　　 He breathed out the smoke gently: "Little Drake, do you know why I called you?"

　　 Lorraine stood upright, his eyes were not squinted, and his voice was high.

　　 "The three mates didn't say anything, so the students didn't know anything!"

　　 Sir nodded in satisfaction: "Guess what."

　　 "The student is a soldier, the soldier did not guess!"

　　 Sir became more satisfied, and he laughed: "Then what did you observe?"

　　 "Emergency communication, sir! The time is between 22:00 and 22:30, UU reading www.uukanshu.com because it happened to be a shift at that time, and Judea greeted your mother when he got up!"

　　 This is not a small report.

　　 Lorraine’s expression was very formal, and Sir Layton could not tell whether Judea was scolding him or Lorraine scolding him.

　　 Those who don’t know don’t blame, the Jazz can’t identify the suspect, so he can’t blame it.

　　 He pushed the parchment scroll in front of him with his pipe: "The urgent letter of the Hai School, I want you to read it by name."

"Yes, sir!"

　　 Lorraine slapped his legs together, picked up the paper roll with the most simple movement, first checked that the paint was in good condition, and then held the roll with both hands and closed it around his waist.

　　 "Do I need students to read it out? Sir!"

　　 "The sea school orders, you can decide for yourself whether to tell me or not, and how much to tell me."

"Yes, sir!"

　　 There are more and more doubts.

　　 With many doubts, Lorraine gently peeled off the paint and unrolled the scroll.

　　 After a few breaths, he raised his head apologetically, and his voice suddenly became low.

　　 "Sir, I may have to disembark early..."

　　Sir Layton's brows frowned.

"Disembark early?" There was undisguised dissatisfaction in his voice. "You only have six months left in sea exercises. If you disembark early, the results of this subject will be invalidated, and the official service will be delayed until the next year! Shi, I need a reason."

　　 "My father... Lion encountered a storm on her way to the New World. The main mast broke. The Admiral of the New World Fleet, Vice Admiral Elija Drake... died."

　　 Lorraine's voice trembled slightly, and the scroll in his hand clenched into a ball unknowingly.

　　 "Father is dead, and the family wants me to stop my studies immediately and go back to Tavistock to... take care of things, funeral."