Now is not the time to count the loot, and Isabel Walton, the commander of the raid, has to deal with the tricky problem of getting 10 guards and a large amount of loot back to her merchant ship safely in the shortest possible time.

After pacing back and forth, and after thinking carefully for a moment, she began to issue the order, "Fast, you take three men to guard the way into the plantation, come in and catch one by one." If you resist, kill them immediately. ”

After Fast agreed to take the people out of the dining room, Isabel looked at the young guards standing on the side, "You guys put all the slaves in their rooms and give them some food and water. ”

When Hall and her colleagues left, Isabel said solemnly to Baldwin on the other side, "Baldwin, you go and drive the plantation owner's carriage to the square, and get some big pieces of fabric." ”

Baldwin nodded in agreement, thought for a moment and looked at her again, "Captain, I think we should find two freight wagons, after all, there are a lot of things to take with us." ”

"That's right, we're going to get back on board before the navigator finds out."

"Yes, Captain."

When all of her men had been sent out on various missions, Isabel looked at the last of the guards left in the dining room, "Hall, join me to carry all this loot to the door, and load it when the carriage comes." ”

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At this time, Captain Hawkins and the newly recruited navigator were sitting in the captain's cabin, chatting about various strange things encountered at sea or in the New World, or about the local natives. The navigator, Cassiano Avigliana, leaned against the captain's desk and played with the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the fresh fruit on the table, and said with a smile, "Captain, these fruits were just bought from the island, right?" ”

Captain Hawkins leaned back in his seat and glanced at him as he slowly ate on the pickled fruit, "Yes, sir, this is Miss Brenda's suggestion. ”

"Captain, that's not what I'm trying to say. I mean, every ship in the fleet has completed its replenishment? ”

"Well, since the resupply started in the morning, it should be almost finished."

"But, captain, why didn't the fleet set off after the resupply was complete?"

"Why? Waiting for Miss Isabel to return safely to the ship, of course. Captain Hawkins calmly glanced at the implicative navigator, then took another long sip of wine from his glass. When he put down his glass, he smiled and said, "Look, sir, what a wonderful thing it is that we are now moored in a harbor without wind and waves!" ”

Kasiano stood up unhurriedly, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked at Captain Hawkins, "Captain, from the moment I got on board, I noticed that your ship and other ships were not flying any kind of flag. So, I think your ship is a privateer, right? ”

"Hahaha... Navigator, even if my ship is a privateer, then what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your plantation will be plundered by us? "Captain Hawkins, who was adept at dealing with captains, crews, or merchants of various countries, suddenly opened his mouth to tell the most secret raids.

Perhaps Captain Hawkins thinks that when a person is so afraid that he or she will inadvertently divulge a confidential matter to others, others will often be easily aware of it and further threaten the other person to tell the truth. On the other hand, if you say a confidential matter in a relaxed and casual manner, others sometimes think that this is not true.

The navigator Kasiano looked at him and snorted softly, "Captain, I'm not afraid, I mean if you admit that your fleet is a privateer, I think... It's nothing. Because, I heard that your king, Henry VIII, was at war with France during this time, right? ”

"God forbid, this guy really doesn't believe that what I'm telling is the truth." Captain Hawkins said two sentences, leaned forward and propped his arms on the desk, crossed his hands on his chin and looked at each other seriously, "Sir, the war between the two countries should be a matter for His Majesty the King to consider, we... Just some merchants who trade overseas, right? ”

"That's right. However, I am sure that your king must have given you an official document, a privateer license. ”

"Young man, you know quite a bit."

"It is a time of war between England and France, and therefore your king will certainly authorize you to attack, capture and plunder French ships, captain, do you think I am right?"

Captain Hawkins' mouth tilted to the right and looked at him calmly, "Young man, you are a Spaniard, and your king and our king are allies, so... I can tell you plainly, we are a half-merchant, half-privateer. ”

Kasiano leaned against the cupboard on one side with his arms folded and chuckled, "Captain, now that you have a legal privateer's document, you don't have to trade at sea." We all know that there is a cost to doing maritime trade. ”

"Navigator, if this voyage doesn't plunder ships that we can plunder, I don't know how much it will cost me to maintain my merchant fleet and buy off my sailors?" Captain Hawkins said matter-of-factly, "Second, most of the crew members on these merchant ships are members of the Hawkins family. Once they don't trust me anymore, do you think I'll be able to continue as this patriarch? ”

Kasiano pouted, "That's right, Captain, you're right. Well, can you tell me now, are you still planning to plunder the French ships? ”

As soon as Cassiano finished speaking, he thought he had said a lot of nonsense, and secretly thought, "If they want to plunder the French ships, why should they go to the Canary Islands and hire themselves as navigators?" ”

"Well, it seems that they must have gone to Africa to load slaves and then transfer them to our plantations and mines in the Americas to work as coolies."

Captain Hawkins glanced at him and stood up, slowly walking up to him with a glass of wine. He took a sip of wine and looked at him with a mouth full of wine, "You know, French ships don't have a lot of treasures. So, I led the fleet to the port of Galachico in the Canary Islands to hire you, so that you could direct the route of Spain and Portugal to the coast of Africa, you see? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong smell of wine and an unpleasant smell of his mouth came to his face. As a pampered slave owner, Cassiano hurriedly raised his hand and fanned the air in front of him, nodding his head as he drove away the smell, "Captain, I understand. We are allies, and I will provide you with routes to the shores of Africa. ”