Reborn As a Pirate

　　 The one shouting at the fountain was a sloppy man.

　　 He has curly flax hair and green eyes, but his eyes are muddy and they don't look clear.

　　 He has a fat body, a short neck and a round belly. The upper body was wearing an old shirt that did not fit well, and the lower body was paired with dark brown suspenders with incomplete crotch buttons.

　　 The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing the arms with knotted muscles that did not match his figure and a pair of big hands with protruding joints. There are obvious yellow spots on the fingers, and the crevices of the nails are also full of sludge.

　　 sludge is the main reason why Lorraine thinks he is sloppy.

　　 There is a lack of traditional Chinese medicine on the sea voyage. Any regular sailor will pay attention to his personal hygiene as much as possible. Even if he can't take a bath regularly, he won't leave dirt in his fingers.

　　 But after careful observation, Lorraine overturned his original idea.

　　He is not sloppy.

Although 　　 was embarrassed, the attire was very clean, and even his hair was neat and tidy.

　　 As for the sludge on the fingernails, it may be some kind of spot that is hard to wash all year round.

　　 Sailors don’t like suspenders at all, because they are not loose enough. The cumbersome suspenders and buckles will also affect the sailors’ agility on the ship.

　　 So this fat guy is not a person on the sea...

　　 Looking at him, it is more likely that he is a land duck who suddenly wants to go to sea when he is middle-aged.

　　 Lorraine touched his chin and hid in the crowd, watching the dry duck yelling in vain by the fountain.

　　 "The Attis Chamber of Commerce recruits seamen and sailors, and welcomes young people who are willing to enter the market!"

　　 "Our strength is very strong, we have ships! We have big ships!"

　　 There was a loud voice in the crowd suddenly asking: "Sir, have you ever been to sea?"

　　 The fat man suddenly became stupefied: "Although...I haven't seen it before, but..."

　　 "Do you know how to swim?" someone asked again, "If your honorable gentleman falls into the water, how many people will it take to get you up?"

　　 burst into laughter!

　　 The fat man's face blushed with blood, and he stubbed his neck in the crowd and argued: "I can swim! I swam in the river in my hometown and fished for fish!"

　　 The laughter became louder.

　　 In the continuous laughter, Lorraine slowly raised his hand.

　　 He asked: "Sir, I will sail. I just want to be sure of one thing, do you really have a boat?"

　　 His voice passed into Fatty's ears like a sound of heaven, Fatty's eyes were bright, and he nodded hurriedly.

　　 "There is a ship! Just parked at Pier 13, it is a brand-new big ship! A real sea ship!"

　　 Lorraine smiled: "I happen to have thirteen shillings on my body. I don't know how many shares can be accounted for if I invest in it?"

　　...

　　 As the sun sets, the fat man of the day of Zhaomu walked down the street dejectedly. Lorraine followed far behind, clutching his nose to avoid the unpleasant smell on his body.

　　 The fat man is called Lake, Lake Attis, from Devonshire.

　　 He runs an ancestral tannery in Plymouth City. He is an excellent cobbler. The burn marks on his fingers and the smell of nitrate and rot on his body are evidence of his rich experience.

　　 However, these things are of no value to a maritime merchant.

　　 No matter how good his tanning skills are, he is still the untrusted land duck. After working hard for a whole day, only Lorraine, who is also untrusted, was willing to join the new Attis Chamber of Commerce.

　　 Besides them, the Chamber of Commerce does not even have a decent sailor.

　　 This makes Lake very frustrated.

　　 He heard people say that he needs at least eight competent sailors to start his big ship, and he has only one now, and there are still two to say that he is incompetent.

　　 His wish to go to sea has turned yellow...

　　Lake, who was heartbroken, led Lorraine all the way to Pier 13, just wanting to prove his credibility.

　　 After seeing the boat, he was going to sell the boat and use the money from the boat to pay off the huge debt of the cobbler shop.

　　 Now, it's time to break up.

　　Lake stood by the dock, pointed at a big ship moored on the sea, and said softly: "Young man, this is my ship, I didn't lie to you."

　　 Lorraine slowly lowered his hand.

　　 Under the fiery red sunset, a fat ship docked in the bay quietly, undulating softly with the shore waves.

She is 30 meters long, 8 meters wide, pointed and wide-tailed. The only thick mainmast stands upright in the middle of the ship, 22 meters high, and the clean cable is pulled diagonally downward to tie the mainmast to the bow. The meter-long slender mast is connected into one body.

Lorraine chanted softly: "The Hanseatic-Kirk sloop, one of the most famous designs of the Nordic ship system, is famous for the Hanseatic Trade Union, and is characterized by the central rudder of the first ship. The length is 30 meters, the width is 8 meters, and the mainmast is 22 meters."

　　 "The Kirk type has a large inner cabin and bottom, and it sails smoothly in shallow waters. Because of the use of a huge horizontal square single sail, it can maintain excellent speed in a downwind environment, but it does not perform well in a headwind environment."

　　 "After the introduction of Arabian bow sails, its biggest shortcomings have been remedied. The design has been finalized for more than four hundred years. It is still widely used in the North Sea and the Mediterranean with low cost and stable performance, with a standard crew of 8 people."

　　Lake's eyes gleamed when he heard: "Young man, you seem to be..."

　　 Lorraine laughed at himself: "I used to be a student at a sea school. If it hadn't been for the change in my family and I had learned in advance, I might have already boarded the ship by now."

　　 Lake laughed bitterly: "I thought it was an ordinary young man, but I didn't expect that I picked up a baby... It's a pity..."

　　 "Sir, are you worried that there will not be enough people to sail?" Lorraine asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Lake was taken seriously, feeling a little at a loss for a while, "You...don't get me wrong, you're fine...just want to do business, you have to sail the ship out of the port first, and sailing is a matter of eight people, you can do it again... "

　　 "In fact, I can drive this boat alone." Lorraine touched the tip of his nose, "Because the design is relatively old, her operation is not complicated."

"Eh?"

　　Lake stayed there, watching the boy run up, step on the pedals, and jump onto the boat.

　　 Lorraine flew to the bow, like a smart monkey, squatting on the tip of the bow with the cable: "Sir, I haven't asked, what is her name?"

　　 "Beauty...Beauty!" Lake hissed at Lorraine as if he woke up from a dream, "She's called Attis Beauty!"

　　 "Is it the beauty of the Attis family..." Lorraine gently stroked the smooth mast under his feet, UU reading www.uukanshu.com gradually smiled, "I didn't expect that she was a fat girl."

　　 The Attis Chamber of Commerce with only two people gets busy nervously.

　　Lake is responsible for purchasing goods and hiring workers to carry them.

　　 Lorraine was busy waxing the deck, oiling the anchors and rudders, and checking the sails, cables, cabins, and keel to ensure that all parts were intact.

　　 He is a disciple of Sir Layton, and he only trusts the knots of himself and his companions, so every knot must be disbanded and beaten again. He is very busy.

　　 He even drew a two-meter-wide box with red paint in the center of the deck, extending from the stern cabin to a position 5 meters from the bow, horizontally and vertically.

　　Lake brought the goods up and looked strangely at the dazzling red frame.

　　 "Little Lorraine, what is this frame?"

"This is your captain's area." Lorraine slapped his hands. "After leaving the port, you have so many places on the deck, and you must wear a lifebuoy. Sir, you are too fat. If you fall into the sea, I can't help it. Drag you up."

"Eh?"

　　 "By the way, since we are going to cross the strait, you should have already bought the corresponding chart, right?"

　　 "Sea charts are very expensive!" Lake looked carefully calculating, "I heard people say, as long as you drive along the wind..."

　　 "You will soon drift to Holland. If nothing else, the beauties will become the trophies of the coachmen. That's basically it."

"Eh?"

"Go go..." Lorraine waved lazily. "As the chief mate, helmsman, navigator, watchman and boatman on board, I also need a monocular, a compass, a pair of thick linen gloves and some consumables. There is Master Captain Labor for everything, thank you."