0167 Return to Barbados
"The wind is southwest and west, the wind speed is five knots, stroke! Target Bridgerton, Golden Deer, anchor! ”
On April 24, 1779, the Golden Deer, which had regained the flag of Lorraine, sailed slowly out of the fishing port of Lucy with a pure white pansy flag and a full load of elite sailors.
For the first time, Lorraine really felt the wonder of playing two roles, obviously only returned to Lucy for more than ten days, and obviously was still fighting on the lake of Lake Pontcharraine not long ago......
Standing on the bow of the Golden Deer, he still felt that he had not seen him for a long time.
Sure enough, Edward. Kenway's battle was Edward's, Lorraine. Drake hadn't commanded a ship at sea for more than two months, and such a lengthy repair was almost unimaginable for a man at sea.
He seemed to hear the grinding of every inch of his body's joints, the sea breeze oiling them with fresh oil, their joints writhing with the waves, and they urgently needed a tangible expedition to renew them and rejuvenate them.
Congratulations, Nelson is ready for his adventures, in Bridgetown, in Barbados, in the Windward Islands.
Now it is the focal point of the Caribbean, where the warships of the British, French, and Dutch gather, with Barbados and Martinique as fulcrums, covering the entire sea area of the Windward Islands.
Lorraine smelled of a great war, and unlike previous battles, it was a real battle, a formal challenge from the world's best to the best in the world.
"It's exciting......"
The white ears who had successfully lost weight jumped onto Lorraine's shoulder with a guard, meowed, licked Lorraine's face with a warm little tongue, and then fell down satisfied, curled up in a ball, squinted his eyes and dozed.
Henna and Noah smiled and appeared behind the white ears.
"Whiteears don't like Edward." Henna poked her little head with white ears, "The fat that adjusts your complexion has a strange smell and covers your taste." ”
Lorraine shrugged noncommittally: "Jenny and McCarthy love it, on Edward's shoulders, they don't have to worry about the white ears sneaking up." ”
"It's a shame that Carmen is still in New Orleans, and Jenny and McCarthy don't want to leave her."
"It was right to keep her, and the rest of the matter was not of her use, and it was more valuable for her to stay in New Orleans."
Noah blinked her big curious eyes, "Captain, do you know what we're going to do?" ”
"Although the information is incomplete, Lieutenant Colonel Nelson invited eighty percent of them to participate in the war as mercenaries. As for combat missions, that's not important, someone will always tell us. ”
"Going to war?" Noah's face turned white, "And the regular navy?" ”
"I don't know." Lorraine pursed her lips helplessly, "After all, times are different, in the Francis era, privateers were the backbone of the navy, even in the face of the regular navy, they are not at a disadvantage, now...... The third-class ship is another world, and with such firepower as the Golden Deer, it is not even qualified to join the battle columns. ”
"Three levels up?"
"There are 74 third-class ships, 90 to 98 second-class ships, 110 guns on first-class ships, and the main battle gun compartment is thirty-two pounds. Of course, there are no first-class ships in the New World, and the strongest combat effectiveness are those cutting-edge third-class ships, with the most guns, and the largest hull is Sir Parker's flagship, the Duke of Wales. ”
Noah nodded incomprehensibly, making Lorraine scoff.
"Don't worry, mercenaries have the right to review and select their own combat missions, and I won't let us become cannon fodder."
"Hmm!"
……
Although the seafarers were divided into two groups, the combat effectiveness of the Golden Deer was not greatly affected, thanks to the addition of Bell and the elite of the sailors.
On this voyage, the Golden Deer was in a full state, with 250 sailors, 20 of whom were old men who had followed Lorraine since the era of the Butterfly Flower, and 50 were elites selected from England to conquer the high-latitude Atlantic route with high winds and waves.
Of the remaining 180, 106 have served in the Navy for a minimum of two years and have no recorded misdeeds. The final 74 are strong, healthy young people, aged between 14 and 18, who are the most suitable candidates for internships.
This spindle-shaped, trust-in-capability, and impulsive personnel structure is mediocre and stable, and the old Leonard's style of doing things is repulsed everywhere, thick and tenacious, which is deeply liked by Lorraine.
Seafarers, as always, wear many hats.
On the ship's side, the new Bell is highly used, serving as the helmsman and the second officer, responsible for the ship's command.
Henna was in charge of the lookout and first mate, Noah and Daniel remained in charge of divination and medical care, Pierce lowered the sails and kitchen, and Acharin was in charge of the third officer.
On the battle side, Yacharin is the cannon, Bell is at the helm, Henna and Noyas are at the broadside, Pierce is the chaster, and Daniel is the logistics.
In addition, Lorraine oversees all the affairs on both sides, checking and filling in the gaps, even if it is not easy to say, but it can also ensure enough smooth operation.
It's all thanks to Bell.
This lazy guy is not inferior to Lorraine in terms of skills, and he is in the same vein as Lorraine in terms of inheritance, and in the case of lack of manpower, he has almost taken over all the work of Henna and nearly half of the functions of Clen and Katarina, and as soon as he gets on the ship, he shows an indispensable specialness, and complements Lorraine.
His performance convinced Yacharin and Pierce, and also confirmed the reason why Lorraine valued him.
Henna is the only one worried.
Aside from Lorraine and Chuck, she knows best about Bell's situation, as Lorraine will hardly hide anything from her.
Because of this, when the white ears were tired of crooked, Noah carried it back to the cabin, and Henna stood by Lorraine's side again.
From the bow of the boat, you can clearly see the light of the bell behind the steering wheel......
"Lorraine."
"Huh?"
"Court records, okay to conceal?"
Lorraine smiled wryly and shook her head: "I don't care about Bell and Shaq. Drake turned against him, but Bell was much more stubborn than he looked, and I don't know how he would react if he found out about it. ”
"But paper can't hold the fire."
"I can't hold it, so the paper is now ashes." Lorraine scratched her nose, "There are three court records, two of them are gone, and the remaining one will be gone before we return to New Orleans, and although there is corruption within the Navy, their execution has always been trustworthy." ”
"What if there are after-effects?"
"It's hard to repeat. Legally speaking, only the original has the value of overturning, and the registrar's archive can only be referred to. That is, once the three originals were burned, Bell was tantamount to being secretly pardoned. ”
"So, you're ready to act as if this never happened?"
"I'll give Bell a chance to take revenge, and when the revenge has worked, I might tell him to open the knot."
"It's the best option, right?"
"What's the best...... Lorraine shook her head, "it's just a trend." Sark...... What the hell is that bastard thinking! ”