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John. Hawkins was in the sea breeze with a sense of meaning, and his long flaxen hair was blown and scattered, but he didn't care at all, and his face was full of pleasant expression.

The younger brother beside him looked at his brother in a bit of confusion, looking at his crazy expression and language.

William was silent, he couldn't figure out where his brother had so much confidence, confidence in this new trade route.

You know, in the whole of England, there were no people engaged in the slave trade, they could be said to be the first.

"John, that, if you capture those black people, will it make us less favored by God, I don't want to go to hell when I die!"

When he thinks of hell, William thinks of all kinds of demons and tortures, as well as endless devils.

Hearing his brother's words, John couldn't help but be silent, to be honest, he was actually a little conflicted about this.

After all, what he was about to engage in was a forbidden act in God's Bible.

"Out of the way, my brother!" John cheered himself up, and then smiled and comforted: "It's okay, it's a big deal, when you come back, you can contribute half of the profits to the church!" Our Lord will surely feel our sincerity! Definitely! ”

John said a little self-defeatingly, repeatingly.

"I hope so!" William blinked, looked at the blue sea, and the seagull with its wings outstretched, and sighed softly.

John. Hawkins's ship belonged to the Galen, that is, the Spanish galleon.

Since Spain established a colony in the Americas, it was necessary to carry large quantities of cargo and soldiers across the Atlantic, and the main seagoing ships of the time, the Naya and Caravelle, were no longer up to the task, and the Spanish "Galleons" were famous for combining the advantages of these two types of ships.

It generally has 4 masts, with two front masts hanging railing sails and two rear masts hanging spinnakers.

The standard length is 46 meters to 55 meters, the displacement is 300-1000 tons, there are several long decks, and the aft building is very high.

With 7 decks, a displacement of 2,000 tons and a draft of 8 meters, the large Galen aft deck had a good endurance and was the largest seagoing ship in the world for a long time.

For hundreds of years, the Galen ship has been the best choice for gold and silver transported from the American colonies to the Spanish mainland, and has left a great reputation in the history of world shipping, also known as the treasure ship.

The ship at his feet was the largest Galen in the fleet, reaching one hundred and twenty tons, and was called the "Samonchi", which belonged to the light Galen ship.

Next, the flotilla began to head southeast, riding the wind and waves.

Of course, the brothers John and William, who had been blowing for an hour, naturally returned to the cabin and rested.

John. Although Hawkins was the captain of the ship, he was still confined to a five-square-sized room, a large bed, a few tables, and some wine and snacks, and a bow and telescope hanging from the wall, as well as a sword and arquebus.

On the desk was a thick Bible and the captain's nautical diary.

As an ordinary clerk, William's room was naturally not as good as the captain's, so most of the time, he stayed in his brother's room, quietly reading books, and enjoying his peaceful time.

Like his older brother, William has a genetic love for the sea, but unlike his older brother, who loves business, he likes to read and prefers politics like his father.

Historically, these two brothers, one was the de facto commander of the English Navy and the other was the mayor of Plymouth, both participated in the resistance to the Spanish Armada with great merit.

Looking at the weather outside the window, the sun has begun to set to the west, the red afterglow is rendering the whole sky, and the sea below seems to be stained with a trace of color, which is particularly beautiful.

"William, come out, the ship is coming to shore!" William was watching with relish when his brother's call suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Yes, right away!" William tucked a leaf between the pages he had just read as a bookmark, then closed the book and carefully placed it in the front corner of his desk.

He ran to the deck on his legs and feet, his mind full of doubts, so soon?

"John, is it so soon? It's only been one day! ”

"No, my brother, you're confused!" Hearing William's words, John couldn't help but laugh, patted William on the shoulder, and continued: "We have arrived in the Canary Islands and are preparing to stop the ship at the docks of Tenerife! ”

As he spoke, John pointed to the ships docked in front of him, and the merchant ships lining up behind, and said.

William turned his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by a steady stream of docked merchant ships.

The Canary Islands are an archipelago in front of Morocco, a port of call in front of the Mediterranean, where merchant ships come and go, and the Spaniards collect taxes to the fullest.

In the 21st century, Spain still occupies the archipelago, which originally belonged to Morocco, and is the only point in the Mediterranean Sea after the loss of Gibraltar.

"Why are we here, aren't we going to catch black people?" William was a little strange.

"We're here to find an old fellow!" John couldn't help but sigh as he watched the people coming and going on the dock in front of him.

"Without this old fellow, how would we have safely taken the new route? And how do you catch black people? ”

Soon, while he was talking, the ship came to the dock, and the two of them went ashore with a dozen sailors and boarded the pier.

The rest of the ships are buying supplies, and the rest of the voyage is still a long time coming!

"He's a Spaniard, he's worked with Spanish slave catchers for a while, and he's familiar with that route, so we're safe with him as a navigator!"

Then, the group headed straight south, less than two miles away, and the road was full of hungry and cold children and poor people, all kinds of garbage piled up in the ditch, and the stench reached into the sky.

John. Hawkins was accustomed to this, and his face remained unchanged as he led the way ahead, turning left and turning.

As he walked, he said to his brother:

"He's been injured in the arm and can't be a sailor anymore, so he's having a hard time at the moment, and we'll definitely agree to it if we bring him income!"

"Don't look down on him, Spain is much more familiar with the African coast than us, and with him leading the way, it must be a lot safer!"

After the introduction, they and the others arrived at their destination.

William looked up and saw a simple shanty made of wood and thatch, and a man in his thirties with one arm, preparing to decorate the roof of his house with thatch.

"Domingo, my friend, I've come to see you!"