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

They often have no official names, and are referred to as Black Harbour, Black Market, Mirage, Fake Town, and in the mouth of the sailors, they are more often referred to as Herlo.

Herlo means prostitute.

Most of the Black Harbor had prosperous years in the past, and then it was either destroyed by natural disasters, or died by man-made disasters, or because it was not prosperous enough, not open enough, and even some unpleasant things happened to those in power......

In short, they were abandoned.

Loss of attention, loss of investment, loss of expectation......

They grow desolate like abandoned women, and before they are completely ruined, they receive the attention of black market merchants, hooligans, pirates, or enemy navies, and thus gain a twisted new life, and in their indulgence, desperately await the next doomed demise.

It's like a down-and-out lady who has fallen into the dust.

This is the case with the Black Harbour in Cherbourg.

In the setting sun, the Artis Beauty leaps out of the sea with its sails puffed up, cleaving the waves, and sailing into the waters of Black Harbor.

Reefs and rocks are the only way to find a few hidden, winding, narrow channels less than fifteen meters wide that lead to a calm harbor surrounded by twin peaks in the distance.

Hundreds of years ago, when the sail warships had not completely abandoned the flat bottom and the power of the row, it was favored by the French for a long time with its excellent defensive terrain and natural sheltered harbor.

At that time, her name was Cherbourg.

It was also from that time that the name Cherbourg was associated with the Channel Fleet of the Kingdom of France and became their station.

The French invested a lot of manpower and material resources in building docks, docks, lighthouses, and everything else the army needed, merchants gathered here, and the port flourished for more than a century.

However, with the progress and development of the shipbuilding industry, the original prosperous waterway has gradually become a burden for 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 merchants also abandoned the place.

Decay begins here.

The dockyard collapsed, the dock sank, and it wasn't until a gang of black marketeers settled in that she transformed into a black harbor, a lawless place under the noses of the Channel Channel fleet.

It was even a secret supply point for the British Navy's scout ships.

The agile and slender Rank 6 ships could easily navigate the narrow passages outside the harbor, and the black marketeers in the harbor regarded the generous British soldiers as top business partners.

Spies often get more information from them than the scouts themselves.

Because of this, Hello of Cherbourg was able to board the Royal Navy's military charts, and Lorraine learned that this led to the trip to Cherbourg on the Artis Beauty.

Approaching the reef, Lorraine put away her sails and focused on steering the wheel.

The chubby hull of the Artis Beauty slid into the channel made of buoys by inertia, gracefully and slowly turned the huge S-bend, and slowly moored into the pier, anchored, and docked along the rising waves.

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

Lake swept past Lorraine like a fat fishy wind, and flew off the boat like a rabbit: "Gross! ”

Sonic Boom Harbor!

Lorraine scratched her hair awkwardly, glanced at the stern, and decided to hire two people in the harbor first to clean up the mess in the stern.

He whistled and slouched off the boat.

It was Lorraine's first real foray into Black Harbour.

Unlike normal ports, every inch of Black Harbor is filled with chaos and ruin.

The side of the mansion is ruins, and the side of the ruins is a storage yard, and from time to time you can see mountains of garbage gathered on the side of the road, there are rotten wood, broken bricks, furniture, and even people live on the mountain.

Casinos, pubs, and brothels dot the streets, and shacks encroach on them, turning straight roads into twisting alleys.

And the real alleys in the harbor are filled with another kind of waste.

All kinds of household garbage rotted between the houses, no one cared about it, and the stench was diffuse.

It's all about people......

Drunks, drunkards, drunkards, drunkards, sober people rarely show their faces on the street, and even if there are, they are not gamblers who are stripped naked, but also prostitutes who take the initiative to take off their clothes and lean on the door to laugh.

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

He walked down the street in a daze, looked around in confusion, and in the side alley of a tavern, he finally saw a sober man.

It was supposed to be a girl.

She wore a burlap smock that was so dirty that she couldn't see the original color, and her body was tightly wrapped, and her slender fingers peeked out from the hem of the gown, coffee-colored, but surprisingly clean.

She rummaged through the stinking garbage heap, and in a few moments she found a few pieces of cod that were still fresh.

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

She looked up vigilantly, revealing her face to Lorraine, who was a few paces away.

Black hair, green eyes, big eyes.

Her skin was indeed coffee-colored, her short black hair was fine and dense under her hood, and her pointed chin was thin, but her face was not sickly and weak, revealing a healthy and clean flush.

North African angels in the garbage heap?

Lorraine laughed at her sudden thought, and when she laughed, the girl's body tensed, her teeth bared, her eyes widened, and she stood upright on all fours in a strange posture to protect the cod in front of her.

Like a frightened stray cat......

Am I that scary?

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

His hand was raised, and the girl's body relaxed again. The thighs are slightly bent, the upper body is low, and the whole person is ready to go. The big eyes narrowed, and the emerald green eyes burst with a threatening gaze.

"I ...... It's not to attack you......"

Lorraine was taken aback, quickly opened her hands, and slowly, slowly squatted down, putting down her skin.

He said word by word: "I have no ill intentions...... Look, there are no weapons, and the sword at the waist is also lying in the sheath, very honest. ”

He showed his palms to the girl, and in order to show his sincerity, he rolled up his sleeves with a steady and slow movement, and exposed his arms.

The girl probably sensed Lorraine's sincerity, tentatively picked up the cod, and shrank her hand into her coat.

She breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a slightly hoarse, slightly gritty voice, "Why are you laughing?" ”

"I just thought of something funny." Lorraine shrugged her shoulders apologetically, "I'm willing to apologize if you misunderstood." ”

"Really?" She was a little incredulous, "Not because of the fish?" ”

"Uh...... If I wasn't on a boat, I didn't actually eat much fish. ”

"And what do you eat?" The girl asked suspiciously.

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

"I've eaten it." The girl took a step closer like a cat, craned her neck to look at it, and added, "I ate it not long ago." ”

"Do you still want to eat?"

The girl retracted suddenly, her ten fingers deeply embedded in the garbage heap, her face full of vigilance.

Lorraine couldn't help but smile bitterly, broke off half of the bread hard, put it on the ground, and then got up and retreated, until it reached 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?" ”

"You're familiar with Black Harbor, aren't you?"

"Partial."

"I wonder where to find experienced cleaners." Lorraine looked into her eyes, "My ship needs to be cleaned, and maybe some cargo to move." ”

The girl frowned and thought for a moment.

"On the edge of the white ruins is the tavern of the old Hansea, and he has in his hands the most capable workers of the Black Harbor, although it is more expensive, but he is honest, and his hands and feet are clean."

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

"Let's go, you can at least tell me where the white ruins are......"

Lorraine frustratedly picked up her leather bag and dangled her arms out of the alley.

"Shhhh Strange woman. ”