Everything is in order.

First of all, from nautical charts to needles and threads for sailing, all kinds of nautical tools are available, basically Lorraine bills, and Lake pays for them.

Lake had no money, and the charts were the worst mimeographed bookshops, with rough printing and blurry images, and only a limited number of seven or eight large ports were marked along the strait.

However, this did not bother Lorraine, whose final work in the cartographic course of the Maritime School was the 1773 edition of the military strait map, and now with the coastline and latitude and longitude as a reference, it only took him a day and a half to perfect the chart.

The second is the division of shares of the Chamber of Commerce.

Excluding the expenditure of a tool, Lake's share capital still has thirty gold pounds, and when he joined the house, Lorraine said that he would use thirteen shillings to buy shares, but Lake confiscated it, but invested in technology and gave Lorraine a dry share.

So Lorraine was promoted.

He is now a partner in the Chamber of Commerce and is also the vice president.

Finally, and most importantly, the destination of the maiden voyage.

Lake learned from the broker that there was a batch of black porcelain to be sold in the Black Harbor of Cherbourg in France, which was of good quality and cheap, and Lorraine's supplementary chart happened to have the location of the Black Harbor.

After a heated discussion, the top management of the Chamber of Commerce unanimously decided to go to Cherbourg.

After seven days in the harbor, the Artis Beauty set sail on a sunny and breezy day, laden with fresh Plymouth vegetables.

Lorraine snapped onto the rudder and sped to the mainmast, dragging the sailline onto the crossbar.

"Anchor!"

He shouted loudly, and Lake, who was wearing a lifebuoy, turned the winch with all his might. Long chains rallied to the surface of the water, sharp anchor hooks glistening in the morning sun.

Lorraine laughed and ripped off her turban, letting the bright red scarf flutter in the wind.

"The wind is northeast and east, and the breeze is three knots!"

He leaped off the crossbar, dropped the sail line, and unhooked the triangular sail with a thud.

The bow sails bulged, and the Artis Beauty stepped on the waves, swaying slowly off the shore.

Lorraine secured the bow sail, ran back to the helm, raised his hand to release the buckle, and grasped the handwheel.

"Captain, give the order!"

Lake trembled with excitement, leaning on the winch and shouting, "Target Cherbourg!" Artis Beauty! Sail! Set sail! ”

……

There is no land to be seen on the vast sea, and there are all kinds of blue, dark blue, light blue, and occasionally a big fish jumps out of the water, plopping and breaking blue.

The sky is also blue, blue and cloudless.

In the sun, a few seagulls quacked and flew leisurely, reflecting the scene of the sea in their eyes.

There was a chubby Kirk-type merchant ship lazily adrift on the sea, sailing against the wind, flat and gentle.

Lorraine sat in the bow with her legs bent, holding the crossbar of the bow sail in one hand and a quill in the other, comparing the charts and the compass, and from time to time writing and drawing in her notebook.

Their luck is very bad, these days are all headwinds.

The shortcomings of the Kirk were evident in such weather, and Lorraine did not need a crosssail, relying only on a small triangular bow sail to maintain a basic speed of 0.5 to 1 knot.

At this rate, it would take three days to drive to Cherbourg......

It's not a big problem to drive the boat for a few more days, but the boat is full of fresh vegetables, and if you drift to Cherbourg like this, won't the vegetables turn into wilts?

How can you make the ship faster?

Lorraine pondered.

He was thinking about it when suddenly a harsh, low voice sounded in his ears.

"Gross!"

The train of thought was interrupted, and Lorraine could only put down the pen helplessly and complained to Lake: "Sir, you have disturbed me. ”

Lake sat against the mainmast with a large wooden barrel in his arms, his face like gold paper.

He laughed miserably: "Little Lorraine, you have to get used to it." Young people just have to concentrate in a noisy environment to ...... Vomit! ”

Lorraine rolled her eyes and flicked her bow sail slightly in the wind: "Didn't I give you advice?" Go to the cabin and vomit, if you want to get dirty, you will get dirty, at least it won't stain the deck. ”

"But it's ...... in the cabin Vomit...... The cabin smelled bad, and it shook even more. I felt like I might die...... Vomit...... Dead at sea. ”

"Every sea cadet knows that he will die at sea, and this is not worth bragging."

"I swear to God, it's a curse...... Vomit...... Curse, not boasting. ”

Lorraine shrugged his shoulders and asked suspiciously, "Sir, you are a cobbler, and you are a good cobbler." I can't figure it out, why did you come on board? ”

"Because...... Vomit! ”

After a lot of hard work, Lorraine finally asked the ins and outs before Lake died.

Lake was a good cobbler, and as he says, Artis Tannery has survived in Plymouth for three generations, and at one point became the industry standard for good leather in Devon.

However, the steam engine workshop appeared.

A big merchant bought three steam engines in Plymouth and opened a large tannery instead of manpower.

Machine tanning is indeed not as soft as human nitrate leather, but it is soft enough and the cost is far lower.

Lake's tanning shop was hit hard and business was bleak. In order to stay in business, he owed a huge debt of fifty pounds for three years, and was only one step away from bankruptcy.

Just when he was at a loss, God opened a window for him.

His dear second cousin went to God to report to God, and left him a great fortune in her will, the Artis Beauty.

The cost of the standard Kirk is 500 pounds, and the beauty is half-used, and the market price is about 300 pounds.

He was faced with two choices, sell the ship and save the tannery, or sell the tanning shop and fight for a different future in a completely new field.

Lake bravely chose the latter.

He gave the tanning shop to the steam mill for twenty pounds, and mortgaged the family's ancestral property at the gentleman's for fifteen pounds.

He took the thirty-five pounds out of his comfort zone and came to the unfamiliar port of Soto, and by chance, he finally got together with Lorraine.

Hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help but smile bitterly: "So sir, you are desperate now." What if this trip is lost? ”

"Can you still ...... Vomit...... What to do? Lake wiped his mouth and took a few breaths, "If I can't make money, I'll have to sell the Beauty." Pierce was still at home, and I ...... Vomit...... I'm a useless father, but I can't let my eight-year-old child sleep on the streets without food and clothing. ”

Lorraine exclaimed: "You still have a son? What about wives? ”

"Dead ...... Vomit...... He's dead. Pierce and I are dependent on each other, and there is no third person in the family. ”

"You have at least a son." Lorraine walked over and patted Lake on the back, "Even if it's for him, you should adapt to life at sea." Believe me, this trip won't be a waste of money. ”

His blessing fell, and a cool breeze suddenly blew on the sea.

He straightened up in surprise and ripped off his turban.

The bright red scarf danced into a fairy in the palm of his hand, hunting in the face of the strong wind.

Lorraine muttered: "The wind is southeast and south, the wind force is five, stroke? ”

"Gross!"

Annoyed, Lorraine lifted her foot and kicked on the lifebuoy.

Lake's fat body shook, and poor Baba raised his head: "Little Lorraine, the boat seems to be ...... Vomit...... It shook even more......"

"Because your god is cheating again."

"Huh?"

"Cheating, sir." Lorraine took a deep breath of the clear sea breeze, "If you could honestly go to the cabin now and disgust yourself instead of getting in the way here...... Before night falls, you'll see the coastline of Cherbourg! ”

"Huh!"

Lake hurriedly dragged the barrel to the stern, and taking advantage of this, Lorraine quickly retracted the bow sail, unfastened the mainmast, and raised the sail.

The huge square sail rose and rose to the top, and the drum was like a full moon!

He shouted against the wind: "Windward!" Full sails! Niord, work hard...... Send us to France! ”