Reborn As a Pirate

　　 1778, December 17th.

　　 In the deep winter, the busy Cantabrian route became as cold as the season.

　　 Christmas is coming, the sailors want to reunite with their families, but the dock workers don’t want to work hard.

　　From the beginning of December, the cost of loading and shipping has increased exponentially. The closer it is to Christmas, the more outrageous the price will be.

　　 Therefore, December is the annual off-season for shipping. By this month, most small chambers of commerce will stop operations, and large chambers of commerce with ample staff will also take the initiative to reduce capacity and arrange shifts for their employees to buy people’s hearts.

　　 It’s just that this year’s off-season is slacker than in previous years, and there is hardly a single ship on the prosperous route.

　　The battle is near the end.

　　 News of the upcoming decisive battle of the Anglo-French Chamber of Commerce was spread by the English people with ulterior motives, so that the rumors overflowed, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

　　 Many people chose to wait and see, stop business on the route early, and give up the vast sea area to the two main protagonists of the incident.

　　 But independent pirates who are also profitable want to take advantage of the chaos.

　　 Two days after setting sail, Lorraine repelled three bursts of raids. The Kirk accidentally injured one ship, and there were no casualties at all, and the impact on the speed was almost zero.

　　 Their speed is already slow anyway.

　　 No one pays attention to these annoying little sharks. The decisive battle is about to start. They just want to know when it will start.

　　 God overlooked the blue ocean from high clouds.

　　 The wind is west-southwest, and there is a fleet of Trojan horse fleets close to the edge of the Celtic Sea.

　　 At ten o'clock, twenty-five kilometers away from him, there is another larger fleet, but the same fast-moving fleet, which is Lonza’s main fleet.

　　 The two fleets constitute the two fulcrums of a unequal-sided triangle. As for the third fulcrum of this triangle, it is a strange ship.

　　 It is a Brigentine that has been rudely modified.

The gun gates on the left and right sides were wide open, and from the gun gates stretched out thick wooden poles like oars, tied to two rows of wide and large rafts, like a galleon that was eliminated by history a long time ago, and like later generations. Split ship dedicated to special fields.

All the sails on the ship were also untied. The foremast and horizontal sails were still in place. Half of the blast was moving forward. The mainmast was dismantled and the vertical sails were removed, and a very high supermast was tied to a height of 39 meters. .

　　 The 39-meter-high mast is generally the mainmast used on the standard four-tier Galen-type cruiser, but it will not do any good when used on the Brigentin.

　　 It is expensive and heavy. Even without sails, it will destroy the center of gravity of the hull and make Brigentine unable to sail steadily.

　　 This ship is just used, and the base of the super mast is only roughly fixed on the main deck, with almost no support, relying on dense cables to tightly entangle it with the original mainmast.

　　 The name of this ship is Hyacinth.

　　 Half a month ago, she was still the property of the Yordel Chamber of Commerce. After the encounter, she was abandoned by the Baroness to redeem her. Lorraine paid 3,000 pounds to buy her and purchased a fourth Brigham Court for the Drake Chamber of Commerce.

But she was not assigned to any fleet. From the day she became the wealth of the Chamber of Commerce, she was parked in the dock in Port Sale and secretly handed over to Karen’s old friends to carry out this thankless modification. Lorraine concealed everyone's backhand.

　　 The temporary captain of the Magic Hyacinth is Pierce, and every sailor on the ship is a veteran employee who followed Lorraine to take risks in Hebasil, make a profit, and is loyal to the Drake Chamber of Commerce.

　　 They hid in the dock for more than half a month, until Lonza took the main fleet out of the Isles of Scilly, then took advantage of the night, sneaked out of Plymouth Bay, and became the eyes of God for Lorraine to monitor the entire battlefield.

　　 Pierce, holding the sight glass in his hand, with a safety rope tied to his body, was standing staggeringly on the highest observation platform.

　　 He was more than 30 kilometers away from the two fleets, hiding the Hyacinth deep below the sea level.

　　 But with the special height of the additional mast, he can easily monitor the entire sea surface and observe the movements of the two fleets at any time according to his needs.

　　 He spent most of his energy on Lonza's comfortable main fleet.

　　 Sailed for two days and nights, the formation of this fleet was scattered, calm, and there was no alertness that it might be attacked. In fact, they did not encounter any hostile forces along the way.

　　 This calm makes Pierce feel uneasy, and he is worried that Lorraine will lift a rock and hit him in the foot.

If the Desai Chamber of Commerce really values ​​Yacharin, the heir with a low rank, if Velen can't bear the pressure of the Chamber of Commerce, and really accept Yacharin’s suggestion, give up the gold and attack Lorraine, then Lorraine The plan was completely ruined.

　　 He can only leave behind the empty Kirk type and escape into the Celtic Sea. While avoiding the battle, he also waits if he gives up the fame he has earned.

　　 The price... is too big!

　　 Pressing down on the worries in his heart, Pierce dutifully monitored the movements of the main fleet.

　　 At 9 o'clock in the morning, he finally saw that the fleet was in chaos, and the shadows of sails flashed farther away, and a large group of warships were full of sails from the upper wind, and they rushed forward with swift posture!

　　 Pierce locked the Reindeer!

　　 He clenched his fists excitedly: "Good job, Admiral Desai, that's it! Acharin broke up your family, why do you listen to his arrangements and get out for him! Good job!"

　　 He slid down the mast and shouted loudly: "Smash the balance raft and put down the additional mast! I'll go to the Pansy to report the news, Hyacinth, return!"

　　 All crew members know the true meaning of this series of orders.

　　 For a while, a roar of cheers rang from the Hyacinth: "Drake, long live!"

　　...

　　 Soon after, the butterfly number.

　　 "Spuru of Latin Sail! Twelve o'clock, fast approach! Lorraine, here comes little Pierce!"

　　 Henna’s voice came down from the observation deck, Lorraine was shocked, and immediately ordered: "Abandon the Kirk type, turn the fleet, and head for twelve o'clock!"

　　 This is the long-awaited command for everyone!

The sailor on the Kirk type immediately reeled his sail and anchored. UU read www.uukanshu.com put down the boat and rowed towards his corresponding Brigantine at the fastest speed.

　　 After accepting the sailors, the seven slender warships raised their sails, turned their bows, and greeted the galloping Sprue at the fastest speed.

　　The sailors on the ship quickly saw the little Sprue ship.

　　 Sprue type is the most common small-scale fast boat offshore. The standard structure is a single-masted schooner. With the advantages of lightness, smallness and longness, it can maintain high efficiency and stability in both tailwinds and crosswinds.

　　 And this Spru, dedicated to communication, was further equipped with a top cross sail and a bow sail, and even the main sail was replaced with a cumbersome, but more suitable for wind-cutting Latin jib.

　　 These high-speed sails designed by Karen made her speed in the crosswind state reach an astonishing ten knots.

　　 Coupled with the fact that Lorraine’s fleet approached each other, at a distance of 30 kilometers, the two sides reached a confluence in less than an hour.

　　 Pierce boarded the Butterfly Flower like a clever little monkey. Before he could even catch his breath, he shouted at Lorraine.

　　 "Brother, the French fleet launched a surprise attack from the upper wind, Lonza Roy was unprepared and was cut apart!"

　　 "Where is the location?"

　　 "From ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, 20 kilometers away from the water!"

　　 "Thank you..." Lorraine waved, closed his eyes and thought for a while, "Send the order, the fleet detours, and enter the battlefield from the north. The decisive battle has begun, let's go and teach the French a little lesson."

　　 His command was converted into semaphore at the first moment, and the whole fleet shouted loudly.

　　 "Decisive battle!"

　　 "Go around the true north and raid the battlefield!"

　　 "The admiral has orders, go ahead at full speed!"

　　 "Go forward! England, go forward!"