Along the coastline of Barbados, the Golden Deer is lazily sailing the sea.

Morning tea time.

The sailors put together a table on the aft deck with long planks and a light brown cotton tablecloth with droplet stripes on the table, and decorated it with all their might.

In the center of the tablecloth was a line of private-like candlesticks, even if there was no need to light candles early in the morning.

The candlestick is surrounded by nine sets of cutlery, including fine bone china plates, teacups, and shiny silver knives and forks, neatly spaced and spaced apart.

Had it not been for the fact that there were no high-backed dining stools to match the long tables, they would have almost succeeded in turning the aft deck into a magnificent dining room for the British aristocracy.

It's a pity......

Fortunately, a little clever ghost came up with a stopgap solution.

The vats of water were wrapped in soft azure flannel and pestled around the dining table.

Such an innovation is undoubtedly successful, and the pop-up restaurant lacks the heavy sense of English food and tea civilization, but unexpectedly adds a fashion, fashion and youthful vitality element.

At least Lorraine was satisfied.

This morning, he was going to feast the guests on board for a proper English morning tea.

The seafarers were notified in advance and dug out their carefully preserved morning tea dresses from the cabin.

For men, it is a traditional tuxedo, white shirt, white waistcoat and black bow tie; The women's dresses have their own characteristics, but from hats and long skirts to silk scarves and gloves, they are all light and warm colors, and even henna has changed into a light-colored blouse and a pure white veil to unify the tone with her companions.

They were seated first.

On one side are Henna, Karen, Noah, and Daniel, and on the other side are Pierce, Carmen, and Yacharin, men and women are next to each other, talking and laughing softly.

Lorraine was dressed more solemnly than the men in the room. He was the host, and in order to show his difference, he deliberately put on a silver wig, and stood leisurely but solemnly on the terrace of the upper deck on the second floor, that is, Henna's cabin, outside the door of the cabin where Donna rested last night.

He didn't have to wait long.

A moment later, with a soft creak, Donna pushed open the door and walked out stretching her waist.

Lorraine stood at the door with a smile: "Miss Linka, the ship is rocking, I hope you slept soundly yesterday." ”

"You don't have to worry about me, I've been ...... since I was a child" Donna looked over with a wry smile, and when she saw Lorraine in full costume, she was dumbfounded for a while, and half of her words fluttered in the air, "De...... Mr. Drake, you're ......."

"No cultivated gentleman will allow his guests to live in strange and uncomfortable circumstances for long periods of time." Lorraine held up her arms, "Come, I've prepared an English morning tea for you, and only in this formal social occasion can you make true friends." ”

Ready to fly.

Although her mind was a mess, and although she was still wearing yesterday's shirt and breeches, the etiquette she had received since childhood allowed Donna to respond appropriately in time.

She bowed to Lorraine as if she were wearing a gown, took Lorraine's hand in a half-step, and followed Lorraine all the way to the table, where she sat down in the bucket that Lorraine had pulled for her.

Once Donna was seated, Lorraine walked to the other end of the table, took her seat, and gently shook the brass bell beside her.

Wang, who was dressed in a snow-white chef's robe, also heard the bell, and with a clapping of his hand, more than twenty sailors began to take turns to serve the plate.

A huge main plate with tomatoes, sausages, eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, potato wedges and black pudding, a bread plate with toast and butter, a fruit platter with bananas, mangoes, aloe vera and cherries, a cup of rich and fragrant tea blend, a small jug of fresh milk and a small jar of granulated sugar.

Morning tea in England is known for its tediousness and abundance, and Donna bows her head to eat it in despair, but completely forgets the main purpose of Lorraine's mouth, socializing.

Anyone can tell that their guests are now wandering the world.

Donna was shocked, very shocked, so shocked that she couldn't help herself, and she barely managed to maintain even basic etiquette.

It's just that what shocked her so much was not Wang Ye's cooking skills, nor Lorraine's etiquette, but ...... The IQ of the whole ship.

Originally, the boat was in the water, and everything was simple.

Even the kings of Great Britain would not have the luxury of putting on a land show on a ship with few supplies.

Three meals at sea are often simple.

Bread, moldy bread, bacon, hairy or worm-growing bacon, and salty broth. If there were more supplies on board, such as the Golden Deer, which had just sailed out of a port, the seafarers and captains might have a glass of light wine to quench their thirst and show their class.

No one is going to organize a banquet on a boat floating on the water!

This kind of behavior is not called luxury, it is called stupidity.

Donna couldn't help but think of the bone-chilling petal bath of the previous night, the annual wages of the sailors on board, and the women, children, and noble young masters who sat at the table in fine costumes and bearing the names of seamen......

The men navigated the voyage across the Atlantic with great difficulty in a well-equipped destroyer, breaking the ship's foremast.

Donna had seen the break with her own eyes, and from the analysis of the traces, the mast was actually cut by their own hands!

It's a ridiculous joke!

Donna was self-assured, but she couldn't figure out what kind of circumstances a seagoing warship had to cut off its foremast.

Is it the large sail that obscures the view of the scenery during the dinner?

Or is it the young captain on the other side, who is lustful, handsome, and has no common sense, on a whim during the voyage, hoping to warm his fireplace with oak?

Thinking of the fireplace, Donna suddenly realized something terrifying......

There wouldn't really be a wood-burning fireplace in the captain's cabin, would there?

Could it be that this group of young masters and young ladies from the British Isles secretly sailed to the Caribbean to experience life behind their backs?

The more Donna thought about it, the more she felt that this speculation was well-founded......

She put down her knife and fork, picked up the teacup, and secretly looked at the people on the table under the cover of the white air.

Lorraine...... Apparently the leader of the group, the owner of the ship.

Acharin, Daniel, Pierce, and Carmen, judging by their skillful aristocratic demeanor, they should be the family friends of the Lorraine family, playmates from childhood to adulthood.

Henna, who lives with her, is supposed to be Lorraine's bodyguard, and many nobles have this tradition, raising African children from an early age to serve as the heir to the family's personal death.

Noah was probably Lorraine's personal maid, but she couldn't explain it on the ship, so she pretended to be a nobleman as a seaman.

The real backbone of the whole ship should be Clen, who Donna saw yesterday teaching the sailors, with the utmost professionalism and rigor in everything he said and did.

Clen may have been the original captain of the ship, but it was only because the young master of the family insisted on taking on this identity that he had to surrender his status, and even the real seafarers were mixed in with the sailors.

And Lorraine may not know these secrets, so she has the illusion that a sailor earns a hundred pounds a year.

The more Donna makes up for it, the more reliable she feels, and the more she makes up for it, the more she thinks it must be like this!

Because of this explanation, all the disobedience since the embarkation of the ship has ceased to be in disobedience.

Lorraine is a complete fool who has received aristocratic upbringing since childhood, has a proud heart, excellent martial arts, and does not know how to suffer!

He may not know that the ocean will not always be calm, and the sea is a cannibal!

Or maybe he simply thinks he can do anything, and the small Caribbean is far from enough to threaten his safety.

This person will pay the price for his ambition and talent.

It was impossible for this seemingly strong, but in fact weak, warship to reach the port of New Orleans.

As soon as she leaves the protection of the Royal Navy of Great Britain, she will be devoured by the sharks of the Caribbean Sea, and the first of them is the cruel Black Mamba, Amy. Philard.

Donna held the teacup and turned her head in a pretended calm.

Behind the boat were a few busy fishing boats, which looked unremarkable. But Donna had long noticed that they had been following for a long time, and that they didn't cast their nets like good fishermen at all.

Do you want to remind them?

Donna pondered, not paying attention to the seafarers' whispers the whole time.

Karen tilted her head and asked Henna, "Yesra, the Slupp in the stern ......"

"Lorraine has her own arrangement, don't talk too much."

Karen frowned: "This extra morning tea party is also being arranged?" ”

Henna didn't answer directly.

She turned her back, lifted her veil and took a sip of milk tea from her cup.

"The tea was really delicious. After so long in the Atlantic, I've almost forgotten what it tastes like. ”