Bustling!

This is the most intuitive feeling of Gordon stepping on this piece of land.

Ships stayed in this area of London Harbour, with a large number of moorings along the long coastline, and many ships were moored inside, looking at the tall warships like fortresses on the sea in the special mooring area of the Royal Navy in the distance.

The soldiers on patrol at the docks were dressed in neat red uniforms, and each one was a young and strong young man, who walked by in a group with guns on their shoulders.

The tall houses obscured the view of the other neighborhoods, and Gordon could only see the horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians coming and going on the bridge in the distance, which he didn't know about.

All this made him a little confused, as if he had come to a strange environment, looking at the domed palaces, the buildings at least twenty meters high on both sides of the street, and the cathedral of the largest Gothic building in the distance.

He had become accustomed to being a sailor, to the tavern that could be seen from the planks of the ruined harbor, to treading on muddy roads, drinking rum, disheveled, and laughing.

But here, Gordon feels constrained.

Every place has a special "smell" that belongs to that place, which is determined by various factors such as the smell, environment, and crowd of people, and for a moment, Gordon seems to feel like a hillbilly from the country.

Well, some people may think that coming from the 21st century can face everything and think that it is nothing more than that, but Gordon feels extremely shocked, different eras have different characteristics, these things are indeed a beautiful enjoyment.

The sailors on board began to feel a little restrained, and some of the young lads began to take out the clean clothes they had kept for a long time, and change out of their sailors' suits, which had been stained with a terrible smell from the nearly forty days at sea.

It didn't do much, but it did make them all look a lot more refreshed.

"Haha, welcome to London, Gordon. ”

After a thrilling voyage, Kulić returned to the land feeling extremely peaceful and free.

"Follow me. ”

Gordon wore what he thought was the most appropriate outfit, gray with red and a very smart look, hiding his Hidden Blade in it, and after a lot of things, he also began to get into the habit of carrying a weapon with him.

This gray robe was said to be the most popular clothes in London, and it was purchased at La Guaira for five silver coins, and then he wore a pair of leather boots, and his slightly longer hair was tied at the back, and he was a young man of temperament and ability anyway.

Gordon led the sailors and followed Kuric to the docks.

Touching the stone handrails of the dock streets, which are not only beautifully carved with patterns, but also polished to a very smooth surface, connected by chains.

Seeing that Gordon was a little restrained, Kuric smiled: "Relax kid, I'll take you to find a place to stay first, by the way, Mitch, remind the sailors that it's best not to run around at night." ”

"Oh, it's chaotic at night, too?"

Gordon is a little funny, in this city full of civilization, is it also hidden?

"Gordon, it's inevitable, don't underestimate the women who stand on the street and sell themselves, they will pull the ignorant young lads in and enjoy the spring sun, and then scavenge you of all the valuable things on you, and throw you out again the next morning. ”

It is a fact that Kuric is joking, but he is not lying.

Alan thought for a long time before he smiled, "Actually, it sounds pretty good. ”

"Sir. ”

An officer in charge of recording at the dock walked over.

"You have to pay five pounds to be able to stay at this pier and keep the name of the ship and the captain recorded. ”

Five pounds...... Gordon remembered that when he was in Port Royal, it only cost three shillings to moor a ship, and the price was directly increased thirty times.

Gordon looked at Kuric, who just nodded to indicate that it was indeed the price.

"Well, the ship's name is the Jackdaw, I'm Captain Gordon, and we're probably going to need to stay here for a week. ”

Gordon took out seven silver coins and handed them to the man.

The recorder counted the coins and handed them to a person behind him, and then recorded the parking information in a heavy notebook.

"Mr. Gordon, welcome to the Port of London. ”

For such a law-abiding captain with money and strength, the recorder did not skimp on his smiles and blessings.

The recorder left, and Kulić continued to walk forward with Gordon and the group.

The Captain's Tavern.

Gordon looked at the door sign that it was written.

It's not far from the docks, and on a somewhat remote street, there are very few horse-drawn carriages, and the people who come and go are mostly sailors.

"Gordon, considering the cost, this is already the cheapest tavern I can remember, and the hotel is on the second floor. ”

Kulich said this, then pushed open the door to the tavern.

It's midday, and the bar isn't too crowded, but it's the cheapest pub it is, and it's a subversion of Gordon's previous impressions.

Although it looks a little broken inside, the space is not small, if it can, it can fit at least five or six hundred people here.

There are idle sailors who pass the time here, the food is already on the table, and there are very professional chefs here.

The accommodation here cost Gordon ten silver coins, and thirty rooms were arranged to accommodate all the sailors, and of course this was only the price of one day.

Gordon pushed open the window of the room, flooding the somewhat dreary room with more sound and light.

"Not bad to be able to find a room like this. ”

Gordon breathed in the fresh air and looked out the window at a somewhat noisy street, where horse-drawn carts with raw coal were running, people were bustling with food and goods needed to make a living, and some people were making a loud noise.

"Gallows to watch pirates hanged ......"

"If it's late, you won't be able to look at ......"

A young man in a triangular hat shouted at the paper in his hand, as if to tell people that something was on sale somewhere.

The hanging of the pirates seemed to be a spectacle to watch here, and the people who heard the news cheered, looked forward to it, and then rushed to a gallows to the east, expecting an abominable residue to be wiped out of the world.

But the crowd here has not decreased much, and the lack of people has been filled by those who have come later, and it is still noisy.

Gordon just smiled and shook his head, in the Caribbean, where pirates sailed, people are accustomed to it, and even worship pirates who symbolize freedom, but here, it's the other way around, the closer people are to civilization, the more they hate?

No, or is it that this ostensibly bustling city is depressing people and making them expect the thrill of death?