Reborn As a Pirate

　　 ascend and look into the distance.

　　As a part of the Atlantic Ocean, the Celtic sea has high winds and rapid waves. As long as the trade wind blows, it is often a series of violent waves for several days or even dozens of days.

　　 just like now.

　　The wind is southwest, seven knots, strong wind. The wave height of nearly two meters is rare in the offshore waters, but here it pushes the Pansy higher and higher until it can no longer bear it, and the hull of the ship suddenly falls.

　　 Lorraine stood on the high observation deck, holding the monocular, looking at the horizon.

　　 He said that he had watched it for fifteen minutes, motionless, like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture.

　　 The mirror shows another world.

The outer wall of 　　 Tung tree looks like a porthole. There are black lines of different lengths on the glass. The black line at the highest point is flush with the sea level, and the lowest point is against the outline of the ship's stern.

　　 In this world, the sea surface is divided into two white lines with a sagittal front by the iris, and at the end of the line is the majestic reindeer.

　　 She undulates on the waves like the Butterfly Flower, and in the undulations, she separates another arrow front, which is exactly parallel to the previous one, and is grouped together, like a book title with half missing.

　　The wave-by-wave line in this shape means close, which means that the two sides are in a straight line, and it also means that there is almost no difference in the relative speed of the two sides.

　　 Chasing, not catching up, throwing off, not getting off, not getting up and down, so Lorraine was bored.

　　 "Hey! I'm not Sophie Labride, can I be so reluctant?"

　　 "I think it's about the same." Little Pierce's indignant stubble came from under his feet.

　　He is also in the observation deck. More precisely, this is his post. Lorraine is holding his monocular.

　　 Little Pierce was breaking his fleshy fingers.

"Brother, you and Ms. Labride both chose to be with the romantic Mr. Desai, and abandoned Mr. Desai. Before the abandonment, you humiliated him by coincidence. She crushed his heart and you smashed. His boat. Except for gender, it's no different at all."

"How can I learn so many weird words at a young age!" Lorraine rolled his eyes with anger, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pinched his chubby face and lifted it over the edge of the platform. "Look! Me? Battered his boat? "

　　 Looking down from the 20-meter-high observation deck, the Pansy is terrible.

　　 The big hole in the bow is shocking, and the crack is like a tortoise web, full of traces of smoke and fire.

The stern may be fine from the deck, but from a height, there is another obvious notch, located at the rear left, destroying the overall round shape, just like a perfect shortbread is bitten by a kid who steals the mouth. One bite, scum falling, and crumbs leaking.

　　 These are not real problems.

　　 In order to let Acharin release that soul-inducing shot, the pansy's hull suffered a serious damage that could not be repaired. The two watertight cabins on the port side were broken into bulkheads. With the influx of seawater, the value of repair was completely lost.

　　Considering the necessity of the ship's balance in high-speed sailing, Keren had to use a symmetrical method to remove the plug and manually fill the two corresponding watertight compartments on the starboard side.

　　 So almost a hundred tons of sea water suddenly poured into the bottom tank, lowering the water line of the Pansy by a full 1.5 meters, almost becoming a giant tortoise lying on the water.

　　The advantage of this incident is that the Pansy is as stable as a mane dog in the swells of the Celtic Sea. The disadvantage is that even if Lorraine keeps all the sails, the peak speed of Pansy is only less than eight knots.

　　 They had to abandon everything that could be thrown away, including ballast pebbles, sandbags, and expensive spices brought from Spain.

　　It just so happened that the Reindeer, which had lost its stern sail and part of its sailors, also couldn't reach eight knots.

　　 The two sides chased and fled in the same direction at almost equal speeds. One chase lasted two days and one night, and it has been thirty hours so far.

　　 Lorraine is almost chased by Velen crazy...

　　 In order to maintain proper physical strength and response, the sailors on the ship started shifts from yesterday night, with one shift every six hours and two shifts in opposite directions.

　　 Seafarers also have to shift.

　　 But Lorraine’s requirements for flagship seafarers are too high, and they generally have multiple jobs. In this case, the shortcomings of their insufficient number have been highlighted.

　　 Lorraine, Henna, and Acharin are at the helm, Lorraine, Acharin, and Karen are sailing, and Lorraine, Henna, and Pierce are watching...

In addition, Karen has to take care of the airtightness of the four water injection tanks. Noah is dedicated to comforting the hearts of the people on the ship. She said she was dumb.

　　 And Lorraine takes care of the third class.

　　 Thirty hours, he only slept for less than two hours, green stubble appeared on his young chin, and his temper was naturally irritable.

　　 Just now, he even had the urge to turn over and go back and fight Weilun to die. Anyway, the result is destined, either I die, or you live...

　　 need, reason!

　　 Spread enough wild on Pierce's little face, Lorraine took a deep breath of salty sea breeze, climbed the cable and jumped down, just in front of Hina's steering wheel.

　　 Henna stuck the steering wheel and looked at him, without speaking, she only stretched out her slender fingers and pointed at the railing, which meant somewhere between "go down" and "go to Noah."

　　 Lorraine looked at the endless sea and scratched his hair irritably: "I don't want to draw lots, it will make me feel more like a fool."

　　 "You are not the same." Heina said, "Roma walk around in the world and are good at many ways to relax the mood, not just divination."

"real?"

　　 With a believable attitude, Lorraine went down to Noya's divination room.

　　 Several sailors are divination.

　　 The sky light came in through the porthole to illuminate the crystal ball of Destiny, and a shimmer of purple **** was reflected in the cabin. It was beautiful and intoxicating.

　　 Noya wears a floral dress and covers her face with transparent gold gauze.

　　 The skirt of the jumpsuit has peculiar narrow sleeves, which are tightened at the elbows, pulled up and loosened, and between the strokes, the snow-white forearms suddenly appear.

　　 As always, she will not touch the tarot, swipe with her sleeves and gauze, the silver tarot will be mixed and closed like an elf possessed, piled up, and fanned out.

　　 Seeing that this dazzling dazzling skill shocked the sailors, she stretched out her finger and clicked on the card. The first card was the Fool.

　　 "Fate has responded to you." Her slightly hoarse voice was smiling, "Now, in doubt, draw a card."

　　 It turned out to be signed, because the people on the boat only care about the way forward.

　　 Live or die...

　　 Life is going up, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the living is fulfilled; death is deceit, and the deceased is wronged.

　　 However, Noya is afraid of life but not ghosts. Since the divination is dead, what else is there to say?

　　 Lorraine leaned back on the hatch and watched the whole process. When he saw the sailors' shiny and confident eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

　　Henna is right, the Roma are good at a lot of soothing methods. Witch Bubbling may be the most widely spread method, but it is far from the most mysterious.

　　 Hearing Lorraine's chuckle, the white ears lying in the corner pounced out.

　　 Lorraine caught its neck in mid-air, and when he mentioned it, he snorted: "Little guy, the fishing ban has been lifted. I saw Karen fishing on the side of the gun. Don't miss the opportunity."

　　 "Meow!"

　　 White ears slid and disappeared. Noya blushed and greeted Lorraine into the cabin, closed the door, and whispered: "Captain, are you here for divination too?"

　　 Lorraine shrugged regretfully, and sat down to the original position of the white ears, stroking the smooth sphere of destiny.

　　 "The wind direction is stable, there is no need to adjust the sails, Pierce and Henna are disturbed by me, just put... Hmm!"

　　 Soft fingers touch the scalp lightly.

　　 Noah walked behind Lorraine at some point, knelt, held Lorraine's head, and let him lean in his arms.

　　 She pressed Lorraine's scalp with her fingertips, gently, softly, as if magically, hooking out the thoughts in her mind, radiating into the void, and disappearing.

　　 Lorraine sighed comfortably: "This is the secret art of the Roma?"

"This is the care that Roma women only show to their family..." Noya lowered her head, looking at the small pure white frame of flowers that happened to enclose herself and Lorraine on the carpet, sounding like a mosquito, "Welcome Come to my caravan, Master Captain..."