Chapter 112: Clues
In the port of Brest, the Jackdaw underwent a small replenishment, and Mickey and his sailors wandered around trying to find goods that could be sold in the port.
Eventually, in some remote places, they found a farm where they bought a lot of wheat and sheep.
Well, this kind of goods does not make money at all, it is not a specialty, and there is no difference in price that can be resold.
"Captain, that's all we can buy. β
Behind Mickey, the sailors each carried a lamb, while others carried bags of wheat.
At this time, Gordon was directing the remaining sailors to load the purchased rum and ale onto the ship, and nodded as he looked at the large and small bags.
"Well done Mitch, that's exactly what we need. β
It's not easy to find these things that are even more commodity, and there's nothing wrong with that.
The harbor lasted less than four hours before the Jackdaw set sail again.
The sea was undoubtedly dry, and it took them two days to cross the Bay of Biscay to the province of A CoruΓ±a, in the northwestern corner of Spain, where Ferrol is the name of the port, Spain's main shipbuilding port.
Along the coast, you can see the sandy beach on the other side of the harbor in the distance, although it is already late in the sunset, the bell tower is ringing on the seashore, and many fishing boats have begun to dock.
Ferrol is a harmonious port, with a mild climate, vast beaches, and children running on the sand, but it is also here that many of the warships of the Spanish Armada are built here, and this era is also much deserted.
Standing on the side of the ship, one hand pulling the lock, Gordon glanced at the shipyards on the distant coast, the far wooden tracks stretched to the sea, and at the end of the tracks, only one ship was being built, and the remaining five shipyards were no longer inhabited, and even some were overgrown.
The decline of the Spanish Armada was a complete blow to the once empire on which the sun never set, and the economic depression combined with rampant piracy exacerbated the decline of the shipbuilding industry.
Two fishing boats followed the Jackdaw to the port, where workers on the docks began to help pull the nets and haul the fish to the market for sale, or to be farmed in seawater.
This is how the port has been used for generations, fishing as the main business, although when Spain was strong, almost every household worked in a shipyard, but now, everyone is back to the traditional fishing that has been practiced for thousands of years.
Compared to these fishing boats, the Jackdaw really belongs to the class of behemoths, there are no specialties here, there is nothing that may have wealth, usually only warships dock, even pirates are not willing to patronize this port.
According to the information they received from the Duke of Strange, the Spanish treasure hunting fleet set sail from here, and they needed to find out the route of that fleet, as well as the specific information about the Spanish ship that looked like a pirate ship.
"Anchor here!"
Gordon ordered.
The sailors pulled the sails up with great force, and the anchor slammed into the bottom of the sea with the clattering sound of chains, bringing the Jackdaw to a complete halt.
Three planks protruded from the boat, and someone on the dock was already shouting at the boat: "Sir, do you need to hire a porter?" or a flatbed wagon!"
In the past, Kulic was in charge of this kind of thing, but now it was Gordon's turn to get off the ship first and discuss it with the people who solicited work.
"Give me three wagons, I need to know where the nearest exchange is?"
"5 shillings, sir, I may take you to the exchange. β
Gordon lit a cigar and beckoned the sailors to begin carrying the lambs and wheat, and it occurred to him that if it was the dock workers who were in charge of the handling, he might know more about the treasure hunting ships.
The person in charge of the solicitation in front of him was a stout man with a big beard, although it was late, he was wearing a simple undershirt, and then began to beckon the people on the side to lead the carriage over.
"My name is Gordon, the captain of this ship, and what is your name, sir. β
Gordon chose a more modest title, then handed a cigar and motioned for him to have one.
It was clear that the man was a smoker, and when he looked at the Cuban cigar, he swallowed unconsciously, and then waved his hand.
"Thank you for your kindness, my name is Drew, but it's a little too valuable. β
He had been working in the docks for a long time, and of course he had seen such cigars, the finest cigars from Havana, and he had heard that it cost five pounds a small box, and when a warship was anchored in this port, a soldier was hoisted from the mast for two days for secretly taking a cigar belonging to the captain.
Gordon forced it into his hand: "Don't see it, I still have a lot, in fact, I want to ask you about the treasure hunting fleet." β
Drew eventually took Gordon's cigar and lit it slowly, for them the confrontation between the countries was too far away, just quietly doing the porterage on the docks, having the most money to drink a little wine, and then watching their children grow up, and they didn't realize that this kind of news was important.
In this age of hierarchical status, it's enough to be flattered to have a captain who can put down his body and make friends with you, and hand you a cigar of good value, let alone just inquire about some inconsequential news.
The sailors of the Jackdaw had already begun to carry the lambs into the wagons, which they had followed to carry the goods to the trading grounds.
"Captain, we're on our way to the trading floor. β
Mickey came over to say hello, which was also something they had discussed, and by inquiring about the supply of warships, they could know the maximum range of their voyage and the specific number of people.
Gordon nodded, then continued to talk to Drew.
"Half a month ago, we met a pirate ship, they hung green sails, ransacked a ship of our Chamber of Commerce, but recently we heard that the ship was actually in the Spanish fleet, and the head of the Chamber of Commerce asked us to inquire about the specific information, why the Spanish royal family, the king who hated pirates the most, would accept that pirate ship. β
Gordon seemed a little melancholy, and it was time to fight for acting again.
Drew also began to recall that the sailors of that ship carried knives and guns at all times, had a lot of tattoos on their bodies, and had fierce expressions, no matter who they looked at, they had a bad aura, and if it weren't for the soldiers of the royal fleet around them, they really wanted to run away, exactly like the pirates described by Gordon.
Drew didn't give Gordon much information, except for one point.
"I watched those men enter the Doge's palace accompanied by soldiers, and who knows, if they were pirates, the Doge should have hanged them. β
The two of them had some more arguments, and then as it got dark, Drew had to leave, he had been delayed for a long time, and Gordon wanted to give him a silver coin as compensation, but he refused, and only charged the carriage for a fee.