Reborn As a Pirate

　　 Plymouth, the Royal Navy Administration Building in Devonport.

　　 The administration building is the land office and command post of the Strait Fleet. It is a large Georgian building with white walls and blue roof, and rows of push windows are symmetrical and quiet.

　　 At the west end of the third floor is the office of Drake’s contemporary patriarch, HMS Lion’s new captain, and Royal Navy Colonel Shaq Francis Drake.

　　 He was sitting behind his desk, expressionlessly listening to his helmsman Bell Judea reporting work.

"On October 4, the First Fleet of the Drake Chamber of Commerce in the Cantabrian waters, west of the island of Yoo, launched a private pillage facing the transshipment vessel of the Fulk-Anjou Chamber of Commerce in the Kingdom of France. The news has been confirmed. "

　　 "While cleaning the battlefield, they were intercepted by the destroyer Reindeer of the French Desai Chamber of Commerce. The Pansy confronted and the Cattail escaped. The news was confirmed."

　　 "On October 9, when the Reindeer returned to port in La Rochelle, Velen Desai claimed that the Pansy was sunk on the western edge of the Celtic Sea, and the crew of the ship had not survived. The news has not been confirmed."

"But..." Bell took a cautious look at his boss. "The battle between the two sides was on the 4th, the Reindeer returned to Hong Kong on the 9th, and today is the 22nd. Ramos Piddick confirmed that the Pansy was fleeing west. He won at least three shots. Drake has not appeared so far, it is very likely..."

　　 "Wellen Desai, who is it?" Shaq asked suddenly.

　　 "Report to the captain, Velen Desai is the vice president of the French Desai Chamber of Commerce, the admiral of the First Fleet, and the captain of the Reindeer!"

　　 "He claimed... sunk my stupid brother?"

"Yes Yes!"

Shaq had no joy or anger on his face. He found a document on the desk and looked through it for a while: "Three days later, the Lion has a cruise mission. Our target is in the North Sea, while the cruise area of ​​the Spartan Guard is in Kyle. Tehei... make an appointment for me with Colonel Bro. I want to have afternoon tea with him."

　　 Bell blinked his eyes: "Captain, the commander asked us to refrain from taking the initiative to start a war with France, you..."

"The Lion has never violated the command's opinion." Shaq played with his fingers, "but you know, the Lion has only been formed not long ago. The officers originally belonged to the Wanderer, and I only brought you including you. Few of them."

　　 "The new team always has a break-in period. It is an acceptable accident to deviate from the course. If a few crazy pirates happen to be wiped out in this accident, it should be regarded as a surprise..."

"Your opinion is always pertinent." Bell shrugged helplessly. "Captain, you know that classmate Drake and I were rare friends when studying under Sir Layton. I want to ask him a question... "

　　 "Why drove him out of the house?"

"Yes."

　　 Shaq was silent for a while, opened the window and looked at Devonport in the distance.

　　 "I am not a father."

　　 Baker frowned when he heard such an opening.

"Father has an outstanding military service, a great reputation, and he is trusted by His Majesty. The entire aristocracy in England knows that he will one day become the Minister of the Navy, and perhaps the Prime Minister, so he has the ability to shelter Lorraine and that disgusting woman. ."

"But I can't." Shaq laughed at himself, "I'm just an incompetent person in the shadow of a cute father. When I was in the sea school, I also killed the heirs of the noble family in duels. It was only because of my father's reputation that I could barely stay in the army. , Become a tool for your majesty to make up for the debt owed to his father."

　　 "I can't shelter Lorraine."

　　 "He is proud, and he doesn't need to bear the cold eyes and ridicule of the nobles because of this useless brother. I can give him what he wants, including his private card and self-esteem."

　　Bell didn't understand Shaq's thoughts at all: "If you are in this way, you can explain to Drake classmates..."

　　 "Why?" Shaq interrupted suddenly, his eyes burning, "Lorraine is my brother. It is the disgusting heretic woman who prevents him from becoming a perfect nobleman. I hate her."

　　 "Mrs. Annason..."

"Before I went to see Lorraine, I went to see her tombstone. If I was a little guilty, after seeing the epitaph, I won't have it again." Shaq's voice was cold, making people shudder, "Yes. She guided Lorraine to betray the God, in order to punish her, I can lose everything."

　　 "Go to invite Colonel Bro. For this meeting, I hope the sooner the better."

　　 Bell knew that the conversation was over, he sighed, and saluted with his legs: "Yes! Captain!"

　　 He was about to carry out Shaq’s orders, the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside: "Captain, Port Purcell..."

　　 "Sergeant Amani, what about your rules?" Shaq stood upright, looking at the newly entering sailor dissatisfied, "Get out and re-report!"

"Yes!"

　　 The sailor hurriedly saluted and exited. After a while, the office door knocked softly: "Report! Sergeant mainmast sails Changdi Amani, please!"

"Enter."

　　 The sergeant Amani walked in after rectifying his clothes, saluting Shaq first, twisting his body, and saluting Bell solemnly.

"Captain, Captain, the scout stationed in Port Sale reported back that at 10:12 this morning, a fleet of Brigentine and a Brig sailed into the Port of Sale Piraea dock. It is confirmed, two The escorts are all armed merchant ships of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, namely the Pansy and Macaw. The President of the Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Lorraine Anason Drake...well!"

　　 "It's true... Did you go up and ask?" Shaq didn't see joy on his face, as if he wasn't paying attention.

　　 Bell coughed twice with a wry smile: "Captain, when you asked me to arrange someone to take care of Mingang, I picked the old man of the Vagrant. They all know the severity."

　　 Shak faintly breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back in his seat and solemnly said: "Sergeant Amani~www.wuxiamtl.com~ We are about to deploy the New World. The training on the ship has been relaxed in the past few days, and all the sailors on the shore must be boarded and assembled in two days. All vacations should be cancelled!"

　　 Two days later...

　　 Sergeant Amani understood his mind and slapped his attention excitedly: "Yes! Sir! You must pass your order to every sailor's ear!"

"carry on."

"Yes, sir!"

　　 Sergeant Amani stepped back, Bell squinted his eyes and secretly made a strange look: "Captain, your afternoon tea with Colonel Bro..."

"Captain Judea." Shaq slowly sorted out the documents on the table and turned out the sea atlas. "I'm very busy. I haven't had afternoon tea for many days, and I don't plan to waste these precious things in the short term. Time to get familiar with the chart of the new defense zone."

　　 Bell really had such an expression on his face, and his mouth was flat: "Understood."

　　 "By the way, I heard that your sister went to the mission school, is there a shortage of money at home?"

　　 "Are you... planning to sponsor me?"

　　 "The munitions have a batch of long guns, about 40. Because the Lion is about to adjust the defense, it has not yet entered the inventory process. Those lawless privateers will probably pay a good price for them."

　　 "Are you worried?"

　　 "Lorraine never loses a snack, he is very grumpy. This time at that..." Shaq frowned.

　　 Bell quickly reminded in a low voice: "Villen Desai."

"Vylon Desai." Shaq nodded. "He suffered a big loss in Velen Desai's hands, and he will definitely not let it go. That destroyer is already his prey, and he has nothing to do with it. Another way."

　　 Bell raised his eyebrows: "Understand, I will sell the spear for a good price, and I will never make my sister at home suffer!"