Reborn As a Pirate

　　Black port is not a specific term, but a general term for a special type of port.

　　 They often have no official names, and are referred to as black ports, black markets, mirages, and fake towns. Among the sailors, they are more often called Herlo.

　　Herlo means prostitute.

　　 Most of the black ports have the prosperous years of the past, and they may be destroyed by natural disasters, or killed by man-made disasters, or because they are not prosperous enough, not open enough, and even some unpleasant activities have happened to those in power...

　　 They were abandoned anyway.

　　 Lost attention, loss of investment, loss of expectations...

　　 They are becoming deserted like abandoned wives, and before they are completely ruined, they ushered in the attention of black market merchants, gangsters, pirates or enemy navies, thus gaining a distorted new life. Amidst their indulgence, desperately waiting for the next decline that is doomed to come.

　　 is like a desolate lady who has fallen into the dust.

　　 The black port of Cherbourg is like that.

　　 In the setting sun, the Attis Beauty jumped out of the sea with its sails drumming, cutting through the waves, and sailing into the waters of Black Harbor.

　　 There are dense reefs and rugged rocks. There are only a few hidden, tortuous, narrow channels with a width of less than 15 meters.

　　 Hundreds of years ago, when sailing warships had not completely given up on the flat bottom and got rid of the power of the row of oars, it was favored by the French for a long time for its excellent defensive terrain and natural shelter.

　　 At that time, her name was Cherbourg.

　　 Since then, the name Cherbourg has been tied to the Strait Fleet of the Kingdom of France and has become their resident.

　　 The French invested a lot of manpower and material resources to build docks, piers, lighthouses, and everything needed by the army here. Merchants also gathered, and the port was prosperous for more than a century.

　　 With the progress and development of the shipbuilding industry, the originally prosperous channel has gradually become a burden for the passage of large ships.

　　 The military port was first transferred, and a new Cherbourg was built in a more open bay a hundred kilometers away, depriving her of her name.

　　 Soon after, the merchant also gave up here.

　　 Here is beginning to decay.

　　 The dock collapsed and the pier sank. It wasn't until a group of black market merchants settled in that she transformed into a black port and became an impossible place under the nose of the French Strait Fleet.

　　 Even this is a secret supply point for the British navy scout ships.

　　 The agile and slender Tier 6 ships can easily pass through the narrow waterways outside the port, and the black market merchants in the port regard the generous British soldiers as top business partners.

　　 The spy’s acquisition of intelligence from their mouths is often much more accurate than the scouts’ own reconnaissance.

　　 Because of this, Herlo of Cherbourg was on the Royal Navy's military chart, and Lorraine learned from this that this led to the trip to Cherbourg of the Attis Beauty.

　　 Approaching the reef area, Lorraine put away his horizontal sails and focused on steering the steering wheel.

　　 The fat hull of the Attis Beauty slipped into the channel composed of buoys by inertia, gracefully and slowly turned the huge S-turn, followed the high tide waves, slowly berthed into the pier, dropped anchor, and docked.

　　 The bow of the ship lightly leaned against the embankment, and as soon as it came to a stop, Lorraine heard a loud bang!

　　Lake passed Lorraine like a fat fishy wind, flying off the boat like a rabbit: "Oh!"

　　 Shocked the harbor!

　　 People busy on the dock looked at it curiously as if they were watching some western scenes. Lorraine scratched his hair awkwardly, glanced at the stern cabin, and decided to hire two people in the port area to clean up the mess in the stern cabin.

　　 He blew his whistle, put on his rucksack and got off the boat lazily.

　　 This is the first time Lorraine has really set foot on the land of Black Harbor.

　　Different from normal ports, every inch of land in the black port is full of chaos and run-down.

　　 The mansion is surrounded by ruins, and beside the ruins is a yard. From time to time, you can see piles of **** gathering on the side of the road. There are rotten wood, broken bricks, furniture, and people even live on the mountain.

　　 Casinos, pubs, and brothels are dotted on both sides of the street, and various shacks have been occupied wantonly, turning the straight road into twisty alleys.

　　 And the real alleys in the port are filled with another kind of abandoned.

　　 All kinds of domestic garbage rot between the houses, no one cares, and the smell is diffused.

　　 It’s full of people...

　　 Drunks, drunks, alcoholics, drunks, sober people rarely show their faces in the street. Even if there are, they are not gamblers who have been stripped naked, but also prostitutes who take off their clothes and leaning on the door to sell their laughter.

　　 Lorraine didn't know where to find the dock worker for a while.

　　 He walked on the street blankly, looking around in confusion, and finally saw a sober person in the side alley of a tavern.

　　 That should be a girl.

　　 She was so dirty that she couldn't see the original color of the linen gown, her body was tight, and her slender fingers were exposed from the bottom of the gown, brown, but unexpectedly clean.

　　 She rummaged through the smelly garbage dump with her hands and feet, and in a short while she digs out a few pieces of fresh cod.

When 　　 was about to put it in her mouth, she suddenly noticed that someone was watching her.

　　 She raised her head vigilantly and showed her face to Lorraine a few steps away.

　　 Black hair, green pupils, big eyes.

　　 Her skin is indeed brown. The short black hair exposed under the hood is thin and dense. Although her pointed chin is thin, her complexion is not weak, showing a healthy and clean flush.

　　A North African angel in the garbage dump?

　　 Lorraine was amused by her sudden thought, before she laughed out, the girl's body stretched, her teeth and staring, standing upright in a strange posture, protecting the cod in front of her.

　　 is like a stray cat frightened...

　　 Am I that scary?

　　 Lorraine was strange and embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to touch his nose.

　　His hand was raised, and the girl's body relaxed again. The thighs are slightly bent, the upper body is lowered, and the whole person is ready to go. His big eyes narrowed, and threatening gaze splashed out of his emerald green eyes.

　　 "I...I'm not going to attack you..."

　　 Lorraine was taken aback, quickly opened his hands, squatted down slowly and slowly, and put down the skin.

　　 He said one word at a time: "I have no ill will... Look, there is no weapon, and the sword on the waist is also lying in the sheath, very honest."

　　 He showed his palm to the girl, and in order to express his sincerity, he rolled up his sleeves in a steady and slow motion, and exposed his arms.

　　 The girl probably felt Lorraine's sincerity, tentatively picked up the cod, and hid her hand in the smock.

　　 She breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a slightly dumb, sandy voice: "Why are you laughing?"

　　 "Just thought of something funny. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Lorraine shrugged apologetically, "If you misunderstood, I am willing to apologize."

　　 "Really?" She didn't believe it, "Isn't it because of the fish?"

　　 "Uh...if not on the boat, I actually rarely eat fish."

　　 "Then what do you eat?" the girl asked in confusion.

　　 "Most of the time, I eat bread." Lorraine slowly unwrapped the skin, revealing the brick black bread inside, "Have you eaten bread?"

　　 "I have eaten." The girl took a step closer like a cat, craned her neck and glanced, and added, "I have eaten it not long ago."

　　 "Do you still want to eat?"

　　 The girl drew back at once, and her fingers were deeply embedded in the garbage dump, her face full of vigilance.

　　 Lorraine couldn't help but give a wry smile, and forcefully broke off half of the bread, put it on the ground, then got up and backed up to the entrance of the alley.

　　 "I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask you something."

　　 The girl stared at Lorraine motionless and asked, "What do you want?"

　　 "Are you familiar with Black Harbor?"

　　 "Part of."

　　 "I want to know where I can find an experienced cleaner." Lorraine looked into her eyes, "My ship needs to be cleaned, and maybe some cargo needs to be moved."

　　 The girl frowned and thought about it.

　　 "Beside the white ruins is the old Hanseatic tavern. He has the most capable workers in Black Harbor. Although more expensive, he is honest and clean."

　　 After saying this, she quickly picked up the bread on the ground and turned around, and ran into the deep alley with several leaps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

　　 "Just leave, you at least tell me where the white ruins are..."

　　 Lorraine lifted his skin gloomily, and swayed out of the alley with his arms on his pillow.

　　 "Hey! Strange woman."