"The sail rope is still fluttering?" The captain of England asked, staring at a nautical compass.

"Yes, they've fixed the asphalt drums." The Danish navigator replied without raising his head.

At this time, the lookout from above shouted: "Reef! Two compass points on the starboard side. ”

Captain Edward soon spotted the so-called "reef", a fin whale from the North Sea, recognizable by its jets, and no one had ever spotted the big creature before, perhaps because it was sleeping.

"Immediately release the boat, prepare the whaling ropes, and put the harpooners in position." The captain expertly ordered that the prey at sea was diving, its dorsal fin flipping up, and Edward realized that the fin whale was speeding up.

It easily reached speeds of more than thirty knots, twice as fast as the fastest galloping horse on land, and the English watched in amazement as the whale broke away from their whaling boat.

"If this guy rushes towards us, all the twenty or so people on this ship will be finished." The captain said suddenly, at this time, the crew was loading the ropes from the whaling mast back into the barrels, and there were five large barrels on the deck, which were soon filled.

"Forget it, this guy isn't worth much anyway, he can produce fifty barrels of oil at most, and his bones are too dark to sell at all. We've killed eight blackfish in the north, and it's time to head back. Captain Edward was determined, after all, fifty-three tons of cetacean wax would be enough for them to make a fortune, and as for the walruses caught from near Iceland and the four-stone giant turtle, he planned to find a place to sell as soon as he passed through the strait.

Last year they also caught seven whales, but all five escaped, either breaking free while hauling or escaping on the side of the boat, and this year they managed to clean up all their harvest: first, they dragged the prey to the side of the boat, tied it tightly and then cut off the shell on the top of the head, or first cut out a large hole in the front of the fin, pulled out a thick whale oil and lifted it with a twist, chopped the whale oil on the deck and threw it into the pot to boil the fat, and the whale brain oil in the whale head was scooped out and put into a barrel to become beautiful pure cetacean wax.

"If the wind is at this speed, we may still have time to get back to the Midsummer Night party." As soon as Edward's voice fell, a cry rang out in his ears.

"Fleet!"

The seabirds were chasing and frolicking in the air, but Captain Edward felt that the ships in the direction of the coastline were faster than these white birds, his ship was not in very good shape, the sail boom had some old injuries after the roll of the last sea swell, and the use of the wind was greatly reduced, but even in the heyday of his "Savior", it could not reach the speed of the ships on the other side.

"What should we do?"

"Keep your distance and hope they're not pirates." Captain Edward sighed, if the other side is indeed a pirate, their half a year's hard work will be in vain, tons of whale oil and whale wax not to mention, even those whalebones are worth ninety pounds, and he will be captured by the other party after fleeing for a day and a night at most, the original good luck has become a threat, the other party's ships are obviously better at harnessing strong winds than their own, which will make their speed more deadly.

"We need to take advantage of the limelight to check the tooth sticks." Captain Edward gave a new order, he only hoped that the other party was not Danish, and that the pirates, although they no longer traded slaves from England, would bleed heavily before they could redeem themselves and return home.

He was a warrior by training, a daring adventurer, and he didn't despair for danger - after all, who knows for sure what happened at sea, maybe the weather would soon change, and he could use his experience to get rid of them. Few of those who have seen the wrath of thunder and lightning in the depths of the far seas are intimidated, the blue and orange lightning that fills the air, and the oppressive feeling of Noah's flooded walls of water that quench the small into steel.

Several roars came from the opposite side, but the flash of thunder and lightning was not visible in the air, and by the time he realized that the sound was coming from the opposite fleet, the purple battleship that had been led had increased its speed to an incredible level.

"It's got to be 11 verses." He muttered to himself that not long ago, he had just seen the speed of a giant whale, but the sight of everything was too bad for him to break his heart, and he stared intently at the purple wooden horse on the opposite side of the whale road, and a short pennant and ship flag raised in the distance.

"Thank goodness!" Edward's relief was that there was no other ship on the sea than the fleet of England that would use this method of communication.

The purple battleship had a majestic golden dragon in front of it, and Captain Edward, who had served in the royal fleet, realized that this emblem could only belong to the king's flagship.

The King of England, of course, was not on his own flagship at this time, but today is indeed an extraordinary day, on which the Royal Navy's Channel Fleet completed its first cruise.

Seeing the gray-white whaling ship come to a complete halt and raise three flags in greeting him, Captain Harding even felt a fresh salty smell in the sea breeze, and the faint heat of the day was less annoying. The young man did not know that there would be his future colleagues and superiors on the small ship opposite, he was just intoxicated by his new ship, yes, he had the most powerful weapons in the whole of the North Sea, and even in all of Middle-earth, and behind the gun windows below deck lay thirty-six "Great Griffins", and there was a "flying lion" in the stern, no one would have thought that this "Tomahawk" would complete sea trials before the Saxon War. To outsiders, the sight of such a tall ship as it towers through a wall is enough to bring unspeakable deterrence, and only Harding and his colleagues know the true power of this weapon.

According to King Edgar's opinion, this new type of warship was named the Battleship of Calais, and at present the entire Royal Navy only intends to launch four such warships, and Harding's command ship is subordinate to the Hastings base of the Five Harbor Alliance, and will soon join the eastern sea war as an aid force, and will be personally commanded by the commander of the entire Royal Navy, the chief assistant of the Earl of Kent, Ansgar, Westminster has high hopes for this naval war, which can be seen.

"I heard that the Duke of Saxony didn't dare to raise troops again?" Harding casually brought up the news from Hastings' headquarters to his lieutenant, "He's been frightened by the defeat of the Duke of Welf, maybe we should go to Lübeck and give these old fellows courage?" ”

"But the Count of Flanders is not clear at present, and the headquarters will not easily break the peace at sea."

"Then let him argue with our forty cannons." Captain Harding scoffed.

Deputy Elfga, from Sussex, rolled his eyes and did not react to the chief's joke.

Ansgar's eldest son, Harding, sighed when he saw this, he may have disdained his father's experience, but he did not dare to disobey the command of the Command, especially if it was fully supported by Westminster. Having cruised the Channel east of Cotentan, he immediately ordered the whole group to turn north towards the Outer Harbour of Dover.