The voyage to Europe finally gave Gordon a sense of what it means to be smooth sailing, and with the help of ocean currents, the Jackdaw was able to reach speeds of eight knots even when the draft was very deep.

Without pirates, the Atlantic felt a lot empty away from the Caribbean, where piracy was most rampant, and there were even England-flagged privateers who greeted the Jackdaws in a friendly manner.

Two years ago, Britain ended its state of war with Spain and other countries, and privateers had only three options.

The first is to ignore it and become a pirate who has no scruples on the sea, and of course the result is that it is surrounded and suppressed by the navies of various countries.

Second, it was incorporated into the East India Company and became a mercenary for the East India regional trade.

Third, to transform into a merchant ship, all weapons must be restricted according to the kingdom's merchant ship standards and recorded.

But the third path is not the right choice.

Sitting alone on the side of the boat with his feet hanging and holding a fishing rod made of ordinary wooden sticks, Gordon decided to take up a special hobby, such as fishing, in order to pass the boring days of sailing.

Of course, Gordon didn't have much talent for fishing in the ocean, and of course a wooden stick and thumb-thick twine, a huge iron hook, and a small piece of dried meat were in the midst of a fast-sailing boat. The hook was no exception to the bottom of the boat.

Gordon lifted the hook, found resistance, and couldn't pull it.

"Good fellow, finally a fish has been hooked!"

Gordon retreated to the deck, then used all his strength to pull it.

Then he sat directly on the deck, causing a burst of laughter from the sailors around him.

Gordon didn't pay any attention to it, he only cared about his fish now, did he catch it?

The hook hung directly on the sail rope, and something dangled from it, but it was not very clear because of the glare of the sun.

"Mickey, help me see what it is!"

"It's algae, Captain!"

Mickey double-checked before replying.

"No way, my boatswain, how can I hook the seaweed with such a short rope? ”

Gordon was completely unconvinced, how could this be seaweed?

"It's the seaweed on the bottom of our boat, Captain. ”

As he spoke, the seaweed hanging on top of his head finally fell on Gordon's head, wetting Gordon's hair.

"Well, damn seaweed. ”

"Hahahaha......"

The sailors around him laughed even more cheerfully, which made Captain Gordon's face very uncomfortable.

"My sailors, are you all done? Ten minutes later I'll start checking the deck, the cabin, whoever is in charge of the area for dirty, then a supper!"

In an instant, all the sailors put away their smiles, a little dazed.

"Now the clock starts, there are nine minutes and fifty seconds left!"

Gordon began to shout.

The sailors who were lying lazily on the entire deck moved into action in an instant, and there were always a few sailors who would throw the leftover food scraps in an unknown corner, and it would not be good for them to harm themselves.

Gordon scooped a scoop of water from the wooden barrel on the deck, ready to wash the dirt off his head.

Gana threw the wet seaweed back into the sea, then scooped up a ladle of water and drenched it over his head.

But it wasn't much better after rinsing, for Gordon could already smell a stench from the water and moss sticking to his shoulders.

"That's enough!"

As someone from the 21st century, the hygienic conditions were unbearable in an era when you could turn on the tap and have clean water coming out.

"First mate Morgan, do you know the state of our drinking water?"

Gordon shouted to Kuric, who was at the helm above the ship.

"Our fresh water stinks!"

Kulich glanced back at him, secured the rudder with ropes, and walked down, at least twenty kilometers ahead, without seeing any obvious islands and reefs.

"I know, of course, Gordon, that the sailors have begun to boil with rum and ale, and to cook food according to your command. ”

Gordon just felt a tumbling in his stomach, and the food he had eaten during this time, whether it was broth, or the coffee and chocolate brewed in it, was boiled from this water, no wonder it felt a strange taste.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the urge to vomit, but the temperature of the stinky water on his body was crazy and irritated his sense of smell.

"Hmm......"

Gordon covered his mouth and finally ran to the side of the ship, heading towards the sea and began to empty everything in his mouth.

"Gordon, are you alright? ”

Kulic wanted to come over and comfort him.

"Morgan, vomit...... Go get me a bottle of rum, thank you...... Vomit. ”

Eventually, Gordon felt his feet go limp, and all he had to vomit was sour water, before he walked back from the side of the ship and leaned against the mainmast.

"Here, Captain, your wine. ”

Kulic handed a bottle of rum to Gordon, who rinsed his mouth with the wine and spat it all into the sea, which made him feel better.

"Morgan, how many days has it not rained?"

"It's been fifteen days, Captain, and judging by the weather, tomorrow is still a good day. ”

Morgan looked at the rolling clouds in the sky, but they were not heavy, like fish scales.

"Damn good weather. ”

Gordon complained loudly, he thought it was annoying to rain, but not rain was even worse, especially for a route like this that took so long.

"Morgan, we have to find a small island to get fresh water, and if we continue like this, I don't think we can sustain it for long. ”

Kuric thought it was good, didn't everyone sail like that? they still had this plenty of rum, and it wasn't in any danger yet.

But there's nothing wrong with plenty of fresh water.

"Well, captain, I do know that there are a few islands on this route, but a little further east we will need to sail an extra day to reach England. ”

A day, a day is nothing, as long as there is fresh water, it is no problem to spend five or six more days.

"Then it's decided, where is it?"

"Now we can only approach in that direction, and only at night can I measure our exact position. ”

"That's fine. ”

A few minutes later, Gordon forced himself to check the cabin, but by this time it had been almost cleaned up, except for the big smell, there was no conspicuous garbage, of course, the result was also deserved, but Gordon wanted everyone to know that the captain must be his talk.

"Well, it's not bad, everybody keep it up. ”

After a cursory glance, he recognized everyone's efforts, and then returned to the deck to take two breaths of fresh air.

"This isn't the kind of sailing I want!"