"Hey Bill, how's your takeaway?"

At the mouth of the Thames River, the rippling waters of the river slowly flow into the Atlantic Ocean, the mother of the English, irrigating countless fertile fields on both sides of the river, and ushering in countless merchant ships, continue to create great economic value in this new era.

Although huge sailing ships sail the sea unscrupulously, the Thames is still home to a large number of small fishing boats, densely packed with boxes of fish, vegetables, fruits, and meat, transported from Europe and transported through the Thames to the coastal areas.

A small fishing boat of more than 100 tons, laden with sturgeon from the North Sea, lined up and began to prepare for the Thames to be sent to London.

With his legs straight, as the captain's Bill, he felt sore, his whole body was sticky, his hair was messy, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

But the hard work of staying up late is still worth it, and the harvest is easy to forget about the physical fatigue, and even a little excited.

Hearing the call, Bill turned his head to see his friend Douglas, the bearded, wearing a red hat, standing on a cargo ship many times larger than the one under his feet, looking extremely smug on his face.

Listening to this slightly sparse sentence, Bill also said proudly and loudly:

"It's good, this harvest is very good, it seems that I can go to the tavern to have a few drinks, and you will come when the time comes, I will treat you!"

The bearded Douglas glanced slightly at the ship, which could not be smaller, and then looked at the big boat ,,,, his feet, compared to it, like an ant and an elephant, the gap was too great.

He glanced at the laden fishing boat, then unconsciously patted the railing of the boat with both hands, and said as if nothing had happened:

"This time! I can buy grain from France, and the whole ship is full, and I guess I can earn about fifty pounds this time! ”

"After more than three months on this trip, it's really hard to finally do it!"

Douglas noticed Bill's changing expression, and while pretending to sigh, he stole a glance at him, and asked seemingly casually, 'side-knocking':

"Bill, this time the income looks pretty good!"

"Yes, let me tell you, you are lucky to meet me today, and I will invite you to drink enough!" When Bill heard this, a smile appeared on his lips, and after looking at the many familiar figures gathered around him, he shouted loudly and gained a lot of exclamations.

When Douglas heard this, his face was as ugly as constipation, and Bill spoke like this, isn't this an indirect indication that he has earned more than him?

But after thinking about it, he is a regular employee of a large company, and his salary is every month, while he lives by watching the sea, and such a period of prosperity is not every day.

"Hahahaha, then I'll be waiting for you!" Douglas responded with a polite, slightly embarrassed smile and was speechless.

It seemed that no one had been chatting on the sea for a long time, and watching Bill and the others talking with laughter, Douglas raised his head in a depressed mood and looked at the undulating sea, hoping to reconcile his mood.

However, on the surface of the sea, in addition to the endless waves, what appeared in front of him at this time seemed to be a large ship flying the Spanish flag, slowly sailing over.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Douglas shook his head and muttered to himself in disbelief.

The British navy was huge, so how could the Spaniards be at the mouth of the Thames? It's definitely an illusion.

Although he kept telling himself that this was not true, Douglas still couldn't help but take out a precious telescope from the cabin and look tentatively:

I saw that what caught my eye was a huge armed merchant ship, which was obviously a Galen ship pattern, at least six hundred tons, and extremely large in size.

And, more importantly, the ship is flying the Spanish flag with a white background and two red columns crossed.

The flag of the United Kingdom is crossed by a red cross on a white background by St. George, the patron saint of England, a white cross on a blue background, representing St. Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland, and the patron saint of Ireland. Patrick is now the Union Jack.

The absence of the rice flag, but the Spanish flag with red pillars crossed by the red column, really surprised Douglas.

Moreover, the first ship sailed towards this side in the wind and waves, and after that, dozens of armed merchant ships of the same size continued one after another, and their sails were blown by the wind, and they forged forward.

"Everyone, everyone, the Spaniards are coming!" Douglas shuddered and shouted at the other shipowners, who were still chatting loudly.

The people who were awakened turned their eyes to see a large number of Spanish armed merchant ships, as if ignoring the British Navy, slowly sailing to the mouth of the Thames.

"My God!" The words sprung up in their hearts at the same time, and then they scrambled to set up the boat, and with all their milking strength, they went up the Thames estuary upstream, trying to avoid the sudden disaster.

"Look, these Englishmen, when they see our little boat, they flee one by one, as if we were going to eat them, how ridiculous!"

The commander of the Spanish fleet, wearing a wig and a sarcastic smile, turned his head and said with a smile to the first mate with a solemn face.

"Your Excellency, it is enough to get here now, the fleet of the English is already following us closely, and there is gradually a situation of persecution!"

The first mate looked at the somewhat unresponsive, or rather proud, commander, and warned in a deep voice.

"Huh! Okay, okay, let's go back! The captain looked back with his binoculars at the densely packed English navy, with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

"Children will get angry if they are provoked!" The first mate squinted his eyes and looked at the careless commander in an unkind tone, and his heart was not in one place.

Originally, His Majesty had ordered most of the armed merchant ships to be transported to the sea, but only to intimidate or warn them off the coast of England.

Who knows, the commander in front of him, drinking wine and blushing, ordered the fleet to go to the mouth of the Thames and show off his might.

At this moment, looking at the England fleet that followed closely behind, with countless artillery pieces, more than twice as many as his own fleet, the first mate couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although, the first mate was 100% sure that the English would never dare to attack them at present, this situation of staying under the muzzle of the artillery made people tremble.

"Your Excellency, the Spaniards have stopped sailing and seem to be turning their heads away at the moment!"

James. Rio Shesley, after the retirement of his predecessor Lord of the Admiralty, had risen to the rank of Admiralty, Lord of the Admiralty, and as a baron, commanded the vast United Kingdom Navy.

At this moment, although he listened to the report of the first mate, his face was like a thousand years of ice, giving the crew a kind of cold from the bones, haunting the heart, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

As Lord of the Admiralty, it was a dereliction of duty to bring the Spaniards to the mouth of the Thames, and it was a very grave dereliction of duty.

He knew that His Majesty the King, who was in London, had launched a thunderous wrath and was waiting for him to return and bear it.

So, at the moment, making up for mistakes is already the first priority.

"Is there news from London?" James asked in a deep voice with a frown.