Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Everything in the Attis Chamber of Commerce is proceeding in an orderly manner.

　　 First of all, from the sea chart to the needle and thread for re-sail, all kinds of sailing equipment are all available, basically Lorraine bills, and Lake pays for it.

　　Lake has no money. The sea chart is the worst-quality bookstore mimeograph. The printing is rough and the image is blurry. The ports along the strait are only marked with a limited number of seven or eight major ports.

　　 But this can’t be difficult for Lorraine. His final work in the marine school’s cartography class is the 1773 version of the military strait map. Now that he has the coastline and latitude and longitude for reference, it only took him a day and a half to complete the chart.

　　The second is the division of the chamber of commerce.

　　 Excluding the expenses of an application, Lake’s share capital still has 30 gold pounds. When he entered the partnership, Lorraine said that he would use thirteen shillings to buy the shares, but Lake confiscated it and instead used technology to buy shares and gave Lorraine 10% of the shares.

　　 So Lorraine was promoted.

　　 He is now a partner of the Chamber of Commerce, and he is also the vice president.

　　 Finally, and most importantly, the destination of the maiden voyage.

　　Lake heard from the broker that there is a batch of black porcelains to be sold in Cherbourg Blackport, France, which is of good quality and low price, and Lorraine’s supplementary chart happens to have the location of the black port.

　　 After a heated discussion, the upper management of the Chamber of Commerce made a unified decision to go to Cherbourg.

　　 After seven days of maintenance in the port, the Attis Beauty, full of fresh vegetables from Plymouth, officially set sail on a sunny breezy day.

　　 Lorraine locked the rudder with a click, and ran to the mainmast, pulling the sails on the bar.

　　 "Anchor!"

　　 He shouted loudly, and Lake, who was wearing a lifebuoy, turned the winch with all his might. The long iron chain clashed up to the surface of the water, and the sharp anchor hook shone coldly under the rising sun.

　　 Lorraine smiled and tore off his turban, letting the bright red square flutter in the wind.

　　 "The wind is northeast, breeze, three knots!"

　　 He leaped down from the bar, dropped the sails, and uncooked the jib sail.

　　 The bow sails swelled, and the Attis Beauty stepped on the waves and swayed slowly offshore.

　　 Lorraine fixed the bow sail, ran back to the rudder position, raised his hand to release the buckle, and firmly grasped the handwheel.

　　 "Captain, give an order!"

　　 Lake trembled with excitement, holding the winch up to the sky and shouting: "Target Cherbourg! Attis Beauty! Set sail! Set sail!"

　　...

　　 There is no land in the vast sea, and the eyes are all blue, dark blue, and light blue. Occasionally, a big fish jumps out of the water with a splash, breaking blue.

　　 The sky is also blue, clear blue without clouds.

　　 In the sun, a few seagulls quacked and flew leisurely, their eyes reflected in the sea.

　　 There is a chubby Kirk-type merchant ship drifting lazily on the sea, moving against the wind, calm and gentle.

　　 Lorraine sits on the bow with his legs bent, holding the crossbar of the bow sail in one hand, and holding a quill in the other.

　　 Their luck is very bad, these days are all headwinds.

　　The shortcomings of the Kirk type are evident in this kind of weather. Lorraine does not have a horizontal sail, and only relies on a small stern sail to maintain a basic speed of 0.5 to 1 knots.

　　According to this state, it will take three days to drive to Cherbourg...

　　 It’s not a big problem to drive the boat for a few more days. It’s just that there are some fresh vegetables on the boat. If it floats to Cherbourg like this, doesn’t the vegetables turn into ginseng?

　　How can I make the boat faster?

　　 Lorraine thought.

　　 He was thinking attentively, and suddenly there was a harsh and deep voice in his ear.

　　 "Oh!"

　　 The train of thought was interrupted, Lorraine had no choice but to put down the pen and complained to Lake: "Sir, you are irritating me."

　　Lake sat next to the mainmast with a large wooden barrel, his face like golden paper.

　　 He gave a sorrowful laugh: "Little Lorraine, you have to get used to it. Young people have to concentrate in a noisy environment in order to... vomit!"

　　 Lorraine rolled his eyes and moved the bow sail slightly along the wind: "Didn't I give you a suggestion? Go to the cabin and vomit. If it is dirty, get a piece of dirt. At least it won't stain the deck."

　　 "But in the cabin... vomit... the cabin smells bad, and it shakes more severely. I think I might die... vomit... die at sea."

　　 "Every sea school student knows that he will die at sea. This is not worth bragging about."

　　 "I swear to God, this is a curse...a...a curse, not a boast."

　　 Lorraine shrugged and asked in confusion, "Sir, you are a cobbler or a good cobbler. I can't figure out why you are on the boat?"

　　 "Because... vomit!"

　　 After a lot of hardships, Lorraine finally asked the ins and outs before Lake died.

　　Lake is a good cobbler. As he said, Attis Tannery has survived in Plymouth for three generations and once became the industry standard for good leather in Devonshire.

　　 However, the steam engine workshop appeared.

　　 A big businessman bought three steam engines in Plymouth to replace part of his manpower and opened a large tannery.

　　 Machine tanning is indeed not as soft as human tanned leather, but it is also soft enough and the cost is far lower.

　　Lake’s tannery shop was hit hard and business was bleak. In order to maintain his business, he owed a huge debt of fifty pounds in three years, only one step away from bankruptcy.

　　 Just when he was at a loss, God opened a window for him.

　　His dear aunt Erbiao reported to God, and a huge fortune was left for him in the will, the Attis Beauty.

　　 The cost of the standard Kirk type is 500 pounds, and the beauty is half old, and the market price is about 300 pounds.

　　 He faces two choices, sell the boat, save the tannery, or sell the tannery, and fight for a different future in a new field.

　　Lake bravely chose the latter.

　　 He paid the tannery to the steam workshop in exchange for twenty pounds, and mortgaged the family's ancestral property with the gentleman, fifteen pounds.

　　 He took the thirty-five pounds out of his comfort zone and came to the strange Port of Soto. After some chance, he finally got together with Lorraine.

　　 Hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help smiling wryly: "So sir, you are desperate now. What if you lose your money this time?"

　　 "I can still... vomit... What should I do?" Lake wiped his mouth, UU read www.uukanshu. com gasped for a few breaths, "If I can't make any money, I can only sell the beauty. Pierce is still at home, I... vomit... I am a useless father, but I can't let an eight-year-old kid sleep on the street. Nothing."

　　 Lorraine was shocked: "You still have a son? What about your wife?"

　　 "Dead...vomit...dead. Pierce and I are dependent on each other, there is no third person in the family."

　　 "You have at least a son." Lorraine walked over and patted Lake lightly on the back. "Even for him, you should adapt to life at sea. Believe me, this trip will not be lost."

　　 His blessing just fell, and a cool breeze suddenly blew on the sea.

　　 He straightened up in surprise and tore off his turban.

　　 The scarlet scarf dances into an elf in the palm of his hand, hunting in the wind.

　　 Lorraine murmured: "The wind is southeast and south, wind force is level five, stroke?"

　　 "Oh!"

　　 Lorraine kicked annoyedly on the lifebuoy.

　　Lake's fat body shook, and the pitiful raised his head: "Little Lorraine, the boat seems to be... ugh... swaying more severely..."

　　 "Because your God cheated again."

"Eh?"

"Cheating, sir." Lorraine took a deep breath of the clear sea breeze. "If you can honestly disgust yourself in the cabin now, instead of getting in the way... before night, you will see the coastline of Cherbourg! "

"Eh!"

　　Lake hurriedly dragged the barrel to climb to the stern compartment. Taking advantage of this effort, Lorraine quickly stowed the bow sail, untied the mainmast rope, exerted force, and raised the sail.

　　 The huge square sail rose up and reached the top, drumming like a full moon!

　　 He yelled against the wind: "Face the wind! Full sail! Niald, work harder...Send us to France!"