Reborn As a Pirate

　　 dense fog...

　　 The milky white fog is boundless and the visibility is less than five meters. For a large ship 30 meters long and 8 meters wide, this distance is almost nothing.

　　 Lorraine felt like he had gotten into a cloud, except for the fog, it was still fog.

　　 Where are they? How far is it going? Where is the heading?

　　 The precise sense of direction and distance in the past are all ineffective. Under the faint, if there is no smell of sulfur, even the sense of smell is about to be lost.

　　 Lorraine can only rely on Compass, and Compass is telling him that they are in the south.

　　 Entering the foggy area, the ship involuntarily began to drift south. The turbulent ocean current is obstinate and stubborn. If it doesn’t turn the rudder, it can overturn the entire ship.

　　 The wind here is also weird...

The 　　 Butterfly Flower is clearly on the edge of the trade wind belt, but the wind here seems scattered and erratic.

　　 Brigentine’s strong ability to catch the wind turned out to be a defect, and the hull swayed from side to side, making it restless for a moment.

　　No way, Lorraine can only lower all the sails.

　　 Horizontal sails, vertical sails, catching sails, and slanting bow sails. Only one of the four slanting bow sails is left. With the control rod attached, Karen personally controls the sails and catches the wind manually.

　　 The butterfly flower is almost only driven by ocean currents.

　　 But even so, Lorraine still felt that the ship was too fast, so he decided to take a risk and asked the leak tank to postpone its drainage.

　　 He asked the sailors to draw red and blue double lines on the bulkhead, maintaining nearly half of the tank's water filling volume, starting from the blue line, and never allowing the water level to reach the red line.

　　 In this way, the butterfly flower only injects 140-160 tons of seawater, and it can easily touch the seawater by reaching out the gun.

　　 The danger of sinking the boat was self-evident, and the sailors began to pray to God.

　　Lorraine has no faith to pray...

　　 The faith of his last life has not been born yet, the faith of this life is under the sea, and every sailor is always welcome to drown in the hospitable Nootong.

　　 Talk to Niold at this time, he is not crazy.

　　 The sky is healthy, and the gentleman strives for self-improvement.

　　 Maybe it’s because people’s brains are especially active when they save themselves. Lorraine suddenly thought of a good idea...

　　 He did what he said, and asked the sailors to tie Acharin, who is familiar with the ocean and who is good at steering, to the tip of the stern, temporarily creating a human bow image.

Acharin shivered, and reluctantly made the eyes and mouth of the butterfly flower number. A full 20 sailors lined up from the stern tower to the stern tower, becoming the gap between him, Karen and Lorraine. Contact tie.

　　 Until then, the fear of walking with the oil pan and bending on the grinding plate gradually dissipated from the hearts of the sailors.

　　 It's only a matter of time to get out of the foggy area. As long as the compass is not damaged, they will never become wandering in the sea...

　　 "Ghost Ship!" Acharin suddenly screamed sternly, "Zuo Man Ruo! Man Ruo!"

　　 Lorraine knocked the steering wheel to the end without even thinking about it.

　　 The butterfly turned slowly, but it couldn't turn 15 degrees. A shadow of the ship was silently torn out in the thick fog, and it lightly hit the bow side of the butterfly, and slid away with only a slight knock.

　　 The sides of the two ships rubbed against the sides, and the hull and the hull were squeezed and rubbed, making a rattling sound.

　　 Lorraine suddenly blessed his soul: "Throw the rope! Take the ship!"

After 　　 finished, he jammed the steering wheel, picked up the side cable and jumped directly.

　　 Click it!

　　 The half-decayed deck made a series of crackling noises, and Lorraine bent over and opened his hands, not daring to move, for fear that the deck would be collapsed directly by excessive movements.

　　 But the sailors still did not act.

　　 Seeing that the two boats are about to end their sides, the light Henna slid down from the observation deck and took Noya straight to the sides. Pierce and Keren also lost their work, threw out the ropes, hooks, and hooked the ship's planks.

　　 The sailors woke up like a dream, twisted the cables and knotted them, and finally tied the two boats back to one place.

　　 Lorraine took a long sigh of relief, and threw the cable on his hand to Hina, and said softly: "Tie the mainmast, don't tie it too tight..."

　　 After busying for nearly half an hour, the two boats were finally locked tightly together. Lorraine tried to walk a bit. The oak boat planks were still able to support, but he needed to be careful, especially the seams and stubbles.

　　 This is a two-masted Caravel, about 20 meters long and 6 meters wide. The Latin sails on the front and rear are the biggest difference between her and other multi-masted ships.

　　 From a historical perspective, the Caravel type is a great Portuguese design. With the prosperous Portuguese maritime industry, it has become popular all over the world, and as this small country has fallen into second-rate, it is dying out.

　　 Since the Galen ship replaced the Karak ship as the first choice for ocean-going ships, it has been difficult to see this flexible, stable, but lacking explosive multi-masted sailboat on the sea.

　　 is like this one at the feet of Lorraine.

The rotten ship board, the shattered canvas, the rusty small-caliber guns on the gun deck and the scattered pale and desperate bones all told Lorraine that she was a ship with a history of hundreds or even hundreds of years. Old ship.

　　 Naturally, no creatures can be seen on the boat.

　　Living people, there are no ghosts, the only way they pass is the fine and slight cracks, which are non-stop, announcing the end of the life of the big ship.

　　 This ship is no longer usable, her decay is far more than external, and even the key such as the inner core and keel has not escaped the torture of the years.

　　 Lorraine's idea of ​​taking materials from the spot to repair the ship came to naught, and he could only continue to deepen with the idea of ​​exploring the coffin.

　　He first got down to the bottom tank with Hina and Noya, pried open the bottom deck, and saw the dark pebbles in the ballast.

　　 This shows that this ship is not a pirate ship, pirate ships are used to robbed gold and silver ballast ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and pirates who can use this kind of big ship hundreds of years ago will certainly have plenty of gold and silver in their hands.

　　 They entered the stern cabin again, looking at the cabin from bottom to top.

　　 The things in the cabin are mostly decayed, facing the boneless owner day and night, only a few are still intact

　　 Lorraine found a nautical quarter meter that was sealed exceptionally well. This old astrolabe was wrapped between oilcloth and flannel, and the gold-engraved copper pillar was engraved with the name of the maker or user.

　　【Harvey Baden】

　　 "A Spanish pilot..." Lorraine rummaged the cabin carefully and said clearly, "I think, I guess I roughly guessed why they lost their way in this small foggy area."

"why?"

　　Henna didn't care much about this kind of question. While asking, she took off the exquisite sailor's knife on the wall.

　　 Only a click was heard, and she only pulled out the handle, leaving a blade in the sheath.

　　 Seeing her depressed look, Lorraine couldn't help laughing out loud.

　　 "This is the navigator's cabin, but there is no compass."

　　 "Where is their compass?"

　　 "Maybe it's damaged, maybe it's lost. Anyway, they lost their way in the fog and were forced to be trapped in ocean currents, until now, they have become ghosts."

　　 Henna dropped the rotten knife in her hand: "Why don't they use a quarter meter?"

　　 "It's daytime now." Lorraine pointed to the top of his head regretfully, "No sun during the day, no stars at night. The reason why this weft meter was carefully put away is not because of its value, but because of helplessness."

　　 "I died too..."

　　 "Captain!" Noya's surprise voice came from next door, and suddenly interrupted Hina, "Come here! I found the Voyage Diary!"