Reborn As a Pirate

　　 In 1775, Europe was calm and calm, like a storm is about to come, depressively making people tremble.

　　 In September, the New World Fleet of the Royal British Navy entered the rotation period.

　　The new Admiral Baron Elijah Drake was riding his new flagship, the HMS Lion, the newest three-tier ship of the Royal Navy. On his way to his post, he encountered a storm and was unfortunately killed.

　　 Then six months passed in a flash...

　　 Lorraine lay in a small room with his eyes closed.

　　 The brown wooden door is half-open and half-closed on the left hand side, and the wooden bed board is placed opposite the door.

　　 There are contiguous mildew spots on the wall.

　　 Along the mold spots, there is a half-old cabinet at the end of the bed. The upper level is opposite, and the lower level has five drawers.

　　 The fine cracks on the wooden frame are the only pattern on its body. If you stare at it, your mind will uncontrollably guess when the cabinet will collapse.

　　 They are the only objects in this room, and here is the new home where Lorraine has lived for half a year.

　　 Devon, the small town of Tavistock.

　　 This place is less than two kilometers away from the luxurious manor of Drake's hereditary baron, and a small field road connecting the two places, but to Lorraine, it is like a sky moat.

　　He is the second young master of the Drake family, or rather, he used to be.

　　 Six months ago, the father who petted him died on his way to the New World.

　　 Four months ago, his elder brother inherited the title, suddenly as if he had changed himself, he drove out his illegitimate son and his anonymous pagan mother from the old house.

　　 Half a month ago, Helena, who had been in poor health, died of illness.

　　At that moment, the sixteen-year-old Lorraine finally completely disconnected from the world.

　　He is free, whether or not this freedom is what he wants.

　　 Lorraine opened his eyes, picked up the worn-out rucksack hung at the end of the bed, and walked out the door blankly.

　　 Today is an important day. His titular master and titular last guardian, Shaq Francis Drake, will tell him the result of the family's final disposal of him.

What is the result?

　　 Lorraine doesn't care.

　　 He walked into the living room with a cold smile, and when he looked up, he saw Shaq who had been standing there for a long time.

　　 Shaq was wearing a decent tuxedo and holding a short staff inlaid with emeralds. His handsome face was stern because of seriousness, and his sea-blue eyes were piercing, but he did not look at Lorraine.

　　 Lorraine took the corner of his mouth disdainfully: "I can't find a place to stay in the farmer's house for a while, my dear Master Drake?"

　　 Shaq still did not go to see Lorraine.

　　 His gaze is swimming, like the mold on the wall is a beautiful chart.

　　 "Don't be cynic, my stupid brother." He said, "You should remember that mockery is the hypocritical dignity of the weak, and apart from that, it is nothing."

"But I always think that self-righteous arrogance is hypocrisy." Lorraine walked over by himself, dragged away the chair, and put his feet heavily on the table in front of Shaq. "Honorable lord, where is my sentence? ?"

　　 Shaq frowned slightly.

　　 He stomped on his cane, and the butler Falky carried a large suitcase into the door. He saluted Lorraine first, then carefully lifted the suitcase and put it on the table where Lorraine was resting.

　　 Lorraine tilted his head to look.

　　 This is a very good leather suitcase, buffalo leather, 90% new, light brown leather with clear clover markings, one by one, blooming with the country style of Ireland.

　　 Lorraine didn't ask what was in the box, but just snarled at Folkinu.

　　 The box opened quickly, and it was placed in an orderly manner in front of Lorraine.

　　 is a parchment paper framed with glass and nanmu on the left and right sides, and in the middle is three hundred gold pounds neatly tied with a leather cord.

　　 In England, three hundred pounds is a huge sum of money. Even if a middle-class family does not eat or drink, it will take about ten years to save the money.

　　 Lorraine couldn't help laughing: "You are such a generous master."

　　 "From the perspective of the family, even if you are evicted from the house, you still need to have a decent life. This represents the face of Drake."

　　 "They control it so broadly."

　　 Lorraine stopped paying attention to those golden pounds, put his feet down, and gently slid his slender fingers on the glass.

　　 Two documents...

　　The essay on the left hand side comes from the famous Cambridge University Law School, and the content is an official admission permit, and the right hand side...

　　 [In the name of the king, I give Mr. Drake the right to defend his legal interests on the ocean and attack the enemies of the kingdom... Elizabeth I, on March 27, 1571]

　　 This is the privateer permit that Lorraine has been looking forward to for a year.

　　 Two hundred years ago, Elizabeth I awarded it to Francis Drake, and the Seven Seas Dragons crossed the world on this basis, from a trivial bankrupt businessman, counterattacked to become a legend on the sea.

　　 Today, two hundred years later, it still has a sacred and inviolable legal effect. Through this thin piece of paper, the king of England authorized merchants to become pirates at any time and legally, looting enemy ships throughout the world in the name of the kingdom.

　　 Seeing it, Lorraine smiled more freely.

　　 "This is your final decision, lawyer or businessman?"

　　 "This is the judgment of the family." Shaq still stood upright. "The family believes that instead of having illegitimate children and infidels in the family, it is more appropriate for unscrupulous children and grandchildren to choose a decent job as a reason for expulsion."

　　 "It really is Drake's face again."

　　 Lorraine took a sip, took out the privateer permit from the box, flipped his hand into the backpack, got up immediately, and went out.

　　 At the moment he passed Shaq, he suddenly said, "You know? I smell freedom."

　　 "This is your illusion." Shaq responded coldly.

　　 "It's not an illusion." Lorraine paused, categorically, "When I come back, when I return all this to you in front of my mother, you will know that this is not an illusion. UU reading www.uukansshu.com"

　　 Shaq smiled for the first time: "You give up the golden pound, which means you are penniless. You really hope that you can come back before I die?"

　　 "I will be back." Lorraine shook his head slightly, "Shaq, you are the descendant of the first Lord Drake, you are the traditional and proud noble master of England...but I am not."

"The blood in my veins is the blood of Francis Drake, the evil dragon of the Seven Seas, and the blood of Inge Arnason, the lord of Iceland. The descendants of pirates never accept charity. We prefer to take it ourselves. ."

　　...

　　The heavy rain came suddenly.

　　 The downpour washed the streets and hills of Tavistock, washed away the stains and dispelled the haze.

　　 On a hillside with the back of the sun, a new unknown monument without a cross stands alone.

　　 A delicate **** flower is carved on the top, and the epitaph with exactly the same meaning is engraved in three languages: English, Viking and Simplified Chinese.

　　 [There is a stupid woman lying here]

　　【She used to be Hai’s daughter】

　　 [She gave up the sea for love, but after losing her love, she failed to find her sea]

　　【She longs to smell the sea】

　　 [She failed, her body turned into bubbles in this valley where no sea can be seen]

　　 [May Niold not forget her, can blow a storm on the sea and sweep through the dry valley]

　　 [May she find the way to the ship city Nouton, don’t stay in the sky forever]

　　 [May her soul rest in peace]

　　 [May her love not go to heaven]

　　 [They first met at sea, and they should stay together at sea in the end]

　　 [A ghost that does not exist in the world, Zheng Anyue, engraved in C.E.1776]