Blue waves, clear skies, sea and sky, this is a beautiful view from the Mid-Atlantic Ridge route.

The Jackdaw sailed across the wide sea, full of sails, high bow, cleaving the waves, and speeding through the electric switches.

The strong Atlantic breeze brought her steady speed, and the wide winged sails fluttered like the side fins of a flying fish. The Jackdaw swept northward at a speed of more than ten knots, and the sea mirror behind it was torn apart, leaving behind it a zigzag trajectory as distinct as the tail of a wise.

Today is October 18th, the tenth day of the Jackdaw's departure from New Orleans.

Because of the change in the purpose of the voyage, Lorraine naturally abandoned the well-guarded nearshore route and headed west at the northern tip of Grand Bahama Island, all the way out of the continental shelf and back to the midridge route he was familiar with.

The Jackdaw had to sail on this route for six days, crossed the 42nd parallel, and then cut eastward, and continued for two days to graze the corners of Newfoundland and reach the coastline of Massachusetts.

Today is the second day of being in the middle ridge, which means that if all goes well, there are only six days before Lorraine can put her foot on the land that belongs to Boston.

"A one-way trip is 16 days, and a round trip is no more than 30 days...... It was right to take a long detour, and although it was close to the coast, it might take five or six days just to wait for the round. Second formation...... I don't know if Shaq's control over that fleet is as strong as the first formation......"

Leaning over the guardrail of the bow, Lorraine brushed the sea breeze and smiled at Jenny and McCarthy, who were hovering over the ship.

Puffins are small birds, they don't fly very far, and they are excellent targets for many birds of prey, so Jenny and McCarthy rarely had the opportunity to soar into the skies as they do today.

But now it doesn't matter.

The Jackdaw's distance from land is far beyond the suitable hunting area for birds, and the vast sky is reserved for them these days.

It's just that this makes the white ears bitter.

The little lazy cat never gave up the idea of opening the sky, and every once in a while he scurried behind McCarthy's ass.

In the past two days, the little female bird has followed the restless little male bird and flown higher and higher, and the white ears have dared to rush to the tip of the mast, and they can only sweep their beards pitifully and call blindly.

The cry of grievance, as if it was the main house and the main palace, the heavenly Jenny was like a third party who stepped in.

"Peace and joy, Lorraine." Bell whistled and scurried lazily to the bow.

Lorraine nodded with a smile and whispered, "Emmons took the Azure drops to Newfoundland, counting the time, he may have landed today, right?" ”

"If there had been no shipwreck on the way...... Bell shrugged his shoulders and said in the gentlest tone of the sailors.

"Almost four ......days," Lorraine mused, "he said he would hand over the patrol plan of the second formation to me at St. John's, do you think it will be successful?" ”

"You gave him a full five hundred pounds. For the old gambler, if he really couldn't get the patrol plan, he would blow up the dock of Channar-Basque Country, so that the second formation could not leave the port at all. ”

……

Glah, grats......

The undulating bluestone road reverberates with the sound of brisk and energetic footsteps.

Following the sound, the sun illuminates a pair of small but delicate brown leather boots.

The owner of the boots was wearing a tender green skirt and a top hat of the same color, and Zhang Qiao's beautiful face was reflected under the plain veil, with big eyes, a cocked nose, blond hair and blue eyes, and red lips.

She doesn't look very old, there is still immaturity between her eyebrows, and her pretty face can't hide the baby fat.

These characteristics make her look very small, even if she is not small at all, even if she is not standing out from the crowd at about 170 cm tall, but standing among men, she will not be too inferior.

Beautiful, energetic, childish, and occasionally faintly heroic at a glance, she attracted most of the attention of the street as soon as she appeared, and the ladies looked at her curiously, and the young men peeked at her with red faces.

She didn't realize it, holding a small half-worn but clean suitcase in both hands, holding her slender neck high, and looking for the door numbers on both sides of the road in a broken way.

"33, 34, 35 Wesley Street is gone, the next one is 37 ......"

This is Boston.

To be exact, it is the North Side of Boston, the old district, where the pioneers came to this barren land by boat, centered on three mountain packs, and built the original Boston on the mountain, which is the land under their feet.

Over the past 100 years, it has become one of Boston's most beautiful and pleasant places, with dense and compact Greek-style buildings scattered on both sides of the road, outlining the streets along the undulating lines, and converging in a radial pattern towards the rounded and towering Lighthouse Hill in the center of the town.

The pure white lighthouse stands on the top of the mountain, and the bright yellow lights illuminate the earth, guide, and attract waves of pioneers with dreams and hopes.

This is the history and glory of Boston.

"God was with the pioneers, and I hope he will be with me...... Sure enough, I still love the town. ”

The girl smiled brightly, put down the suitcase, and knocked softly on the wooden door in front of her.

After a while, a bald man in a chef's uniform pulled the door out and said in a rough voice: "Our shop is open every day at 3 p.m., and only serves dinner and supper." ”

The girl didn't care, pulled up the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly: "Are you short of people here?" ”

Dahan was stunned for a moment.

"Even if there is a shortage of people, I don't want to use those disobedient hillbillies."

"I'm from the city, I'm well-educated, and I know more about Entu."

Dahan's eyes narrowed: "What's the point of eating?" "Let's read books

"No fish on Fridays. Other than that, I'm not particular about what I eat. ”

The atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The big man led the girl into the house, and after a while, he took out a sealed letter from the house and handed it to the girl.

"I always thought that my aunt would introduce a cultivated gentleman over, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful young lady."

The girl played with the hard seal of the letter: "It's not because Boston is not peaceful during this time. Men are too conspicuous when they first arrive, and women are not, and some things are much easier to do. ”

"I see!" The big man laughed, "The Undersecretary for Massachusetts Colonial Affairs of the Royal Secrecy Bureau. Oran, it's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful young lady. ”

"Special Operations Commissioner of the 8th Company of the 52nd Regiment of the British Army, Sigrid Brown. Christina. Theresia, if you feel embarrassed, you can call me Seeger. ”

"Austrians?"

"Austrian, Dutch."

Dahan's face flushed excitedly: "It seems that the old men of New England are going to get serious this time!" ”

"Of course, Uncle Oran." Sieg shouted sweetly, his slightly hoarse voice full of magnetism, revealing an indisputable seductive charm.

The big man was so embarrassed that his face was flushed, and a pair of big hands were so anxious that there was nowhere to put them.

"What's that...... I'll call you a carriage. Kidalil Hill is at the foot of Lighthouse Mountain, a few kilometres away! ”

"Then I'll wait outside for the bus, thank you, uncle."

After speaking, Sieg lifted his suitcase and pushed the door open, standing quietly at the entrance of the alley like a beautiful sculpture, blending between the red wall and the blue bricks.

A drunken man fell behind her in embarrassment, motionless, as if dead.

The corners of Siggy's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile: "What a fall, idiot Harry." ”

The drunken man was still as calm as a dead corpse, but a muffled voice floated out of the cracks in the bricks.

"I knew you were going to wear women's clothes...... But when I actually saw it, I still felt sick. ”

"I can't help it." Sieg sighed helplessly, "I've had too many beautiful encounters in this city, and makeup alone can't protect my identity. ”

"So you just hide your gender, so that people can't associate it in the right direction at all. Isn't it, Captain? ”

"Call me Sieg here, or Miss Theresia as well."

"It's disgusting."

"Each other, each other."

Second Lieutenant Harry was silent for a moment.

"Up...... Miss Theresia, you're going to work as a tutor at the home of Major General Kidalil, the commander of the Central Boston Corps, right? ”

"It's been arranged beforehand."

"I'm worried about ......"

"Worried?"

"You're dressed like this now, what would you do if that stupid Pig Major General started pursuing you?"

Sieg raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, capturing a lady's heart is my specialty, and few people know better than me what kind of lady will discourage a man." ”

"In that case...... How can we contact you in the future? ”

"Only the three of you can contact me, ...... location," Sieg looked around the street and immediately locked on to a flower shop not far across the street, "77 Wesley Street, Evelyn's Natural Scents Flower Shop." I'll be there every afternoon at 3:30 p.m., stay for half an hour, and remember not to leave anything on paper. ”

"Yes. So until the new order is issued, will we continue to investigate the underground mall? ”

"The Continental Army, the City Hall, the People's Army, the Puritan Church, We...... There have been several mysterious assassinations during this time, indicating that in addition to the above five forces, there is another wave of people hiding in Boston, and it is necessary to find out as soon as possible. ”

Seeing the carriage appear at the end of the road, Sieg stomped his foot slightly.

"Alright, here comes the carriage. Remember to let me know when you have news, and I'll be here today. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the drunk shook twice as if he had suddenly woken up, then staggered to his feet and staggered into the corner.

The carriage came to a halt, and Sig boarded the carriage with his suitcase.

"Hey, variable...... I hate variables the most. She muttered softly, "When I find out, is it better to bury it or hang it?" ”

The driver of the car suddenly pulled open the glass of the partition and poked his head in: "What did the young lady just say?" ”

Siggy's expression was flawless.

"Sir! I said please go to Gidalir Hill in Beacon Hill. I'm a little motion sick, please drive steadily, thank you! ”