On March 6, the fleet of the General Chamber of Commerce appeared on the island of Providencia off Nicaragua with five ships in service.

Providencia is an island with only a small number of indigenous fishermen, and although the vegetation on the island is dense, the terrain is rugged and waterless, and its shallow mooring area with limited width is neither sufficient to support many ships nor large enough to dock.

In the eyes of the white man, such an island is "an abandoned land where nature cannot produce value."

Forsaken land was a blessed land in the eyes of the indigenous people, and without the salvation of the white people, they were able to continue the comfortable and poor life passed down from their ancestors, and even enjoyed the benefits of limited trade and trade because of the proximity to the Southern Caribbean Seaway.

The direct fleet was to rest overnight off the coast of the island to replenish a small amount of water, and to arrive tomorrow at the rendezvous point with Nelson's fleet.

Closing the sails and lowering the anchor, the Green Dew slowly leaned to the side of the Golden Deer, set up the cable frame, and then took Lorraine and Carmen to change ships and dock.

In the eyes of every seafarer, a distraction-free ship change in a gentle wave environment is the foundation of the basics, as simple as eating, drinking, and running on the deck.

But Carmen still can't do it well.

Even though it had been more than a year since she got on the boat, she still couldn't step on the soft rope ladder, and she grabbed the swaying wooden stick with one hand, and the leg she lifted couldn't be arranged at the right angle anyway.

Lorraine waited depressedly for a long time, then simply picked up a vacant mast rope from the side, threw it out, and let the sailors below pull up an additional hanging rope that was similar to a railing, and picked up Carmen with one hand and the other with the other, and walked straight down with his head held high.

Carmen blushed and shrunk into Lorraine's arms, and asked, "You did it on purpose!" ”

"Deliberately?" It took Lorraine a long time to react, and Carmen was talking to Henna, "Hey, I'm not a teenager." ”

"But to be exact, you're only 19 years and 8 months old."

"Uh......" Lorraine jumped down the ladder and put Carmen down angrily, "Believe it or not, although I do have a lot of grudges against Henna for poking her ledger with a throwing knife and locking the bedroom door, I can't get angry with her." It's disrespectful to her, and it's disrespectful to you. ”

"Really?" Carmen turned behind Lorraine with her hands behind her back? "Really? I wish you were mad at her. ”

"Hope?"

"You haven't spoken in a week, have you? I can't imagine that the powerful and inhuman Assasin and the whaler will also have a childish side. ”

"Whalers can't imagine hearing unintelligible words from the mouths of courtesans."

"We're a monster that feeds on understanding." Carmen laughed, "Only when you don't want to understand?" You won't understand. ”

"It's a mouthful."

Carmen stepped forward to grab Lorraine? Leaning his head sideways on his arm.

"I miss it, the last time I was held like this by you was in Guernsey."

Lorraine rolled her eyes: "I know that when I was sick, it was Henna who took care of me without sleep?" Same as Guernsey's injury. But she has to apologize first, this is basic? How can you lock your captain and beautiful butler in the room? The reason for running to the eviction order on your own initiative! ”

"Ah, it's the lock-up with McCarthy that's why you're angry."

"Don't take it lightly!"

"That'...... Could it be Colonel Nelson? ”

Lorraine's head was full of black lines, and he pulled out his hand, independent of the bow of the boat.

"Ashore? Southern Caribbean ...... I've heard it's very different here. ”

……

Pale dewdrops swaying into the humble pier clinging to the beach? The sailors jumped off the ship and dragged the ten-meter-long hull to the pink coral sand.

Lorraine jumped off the side of the boat with Carmen in her arms, and looked out to see a fisherman's scene that was completely different from the bustling city.

The shallows are littered with canoes that are loved by the Indians, with their ends warped? Some have sails, some don't.

Sticks stuck in the sand? Hanging nets, children running around the nets and having fun? A plainly dressed woman with healthy bronzed shoulders bare chatting about the day mending nets and drying fish.

And a limited number of Indian men? Around that tiny? A short boardwalk break closer to symbolism for the white world? Seeing the direct fleet anchored in the distance, he gathered in vibrating spirits and prepared to receive rare guests.

Lorraine took a deep breath and smelled the purest salty and sweet aroma of the earth.

There were three men who received the Blue Dewdrop, one middle-aged and two young people, among whom the middle-aged man was taking a young man to communicate with the captain of the Blue Dew about the details of the supply of water for the fleet under his command, leaving a young man with clear eyebrows to accompany Lorraine and Carmen, and did not speak, just waiting for a possible messenger.

Apparently dealing with white people a lot, even if the natives understand the special needs of the guests for a "sense of speciality", they are inevitably tainted with the vanity and façade of the civilized world.

Lorraine looked at the fishing port and asked in the jerky Quechua language she had learned from Finrier, "What's your name?" ”

"Die, die. Vallando, sir. ”

Lorraine was very suspicious that the little bastard was taking advantage of herself, because he spoke Spanish, which was not pure but definitely not harmful to communication, but the name sounded like "Daddy's" in English.

But Lorraine also knew that this malicious speculation was unfounded.

The Spanish pronunciation of the paternal elders is P-word, papa, padre, etc., just like the Japanese named themselves "Tatsuya", and they certainly never thought that one day they could take advantage of the "uncle" when they met the Chinese.

Still, Lorraine couldn't speak......

He took a second deep breath after going to the island and changed to fluent Spanish: "Your Spanish is very good, Vallando." ”

"Grandpa taught me that when he was young, he sailed a boat for you white people, and then came back with a broken leg and taught us to speak white language in the village."

Lorraine laughed meaninglessly.

"There are many kinds of white people's words, you speak Spanish, and I thought it was taught to you by Spaniards in the past."

"I know I speak Spanish, and Leif taught me French and Viking, but I can't learn it well, and you're here mainly because of your Spanish-speaking master."

Diedie looked at Lorraine strangely.

Because he found that Lorraine didn't seem to listen to him much, and since he didn't know when, Lorraine's eyes were a little stunned, and his attention didn't know where to drift.

Carmen also noticed this problem, she stepped forward, and naturally took over the topic: "Diedie, how many Spaniards are coming to your island?" ”

"Merchants, pirates, and warships, most of them came to supply water, and some came with flour and water to exchange their furs and salted fish. There are very few other words, but the real big ships are basically British warships......"

The fluttering voice echoed in Lorraine's ears, but he couldn't hear much.

He was watching a canoe slowly approaching the shore not far away, and a pure Caucasian man jumped out of the boat, with a mountain-like physique and a moon-like head.

He only wrapped a piece of animal skin around his waist, revealing his knotted and strong muscles, and a dozen wounds crisscrossing the muscles.

There was a particularly tragic wound, from the left shoulder downward, rolling the flesh diagonally to the right side of the waist, dividing the entire chest in half, even if it had already healed, it is not difficult to imagine the struggle and pain between life and death when he was injured.

He waded through the water, stepped barefoot on the soft sand, single-handedly dragged the five-meter-long canoe to the beach, and then picked up an indigenous child who had run over, threw it high into the air, and then took it back steadily.

"Niord is on top, are you Lef? Leff of the Eriksson family? ”

Leif followed the voice and looked at it in confusion, his dead light blue pupils awakening little by little.

"The whaling boy of the British Isles, Lorraine...... Drake? ”