Jackdaw Sail (1st Stage): Increases the number of sails and the toughness of the mast for faster sailing speed.

Jackdaw Crash Horn (Level 1): A bronze crash horn with greater impact damage and an additional attribute: Concussion, dealing concussion damage to the target it hits.

Round Bullet Power (Level 1): The round bullet fired by the gun has greater lethality and piercing ability, and the attached attribute: Destruction, dealing a lot of damage to enemy targets with small hulls.

Jackdaw Hull (2nd Class): Increased hull size and loading capacity of ships, increased gun emplacements, and a new gun type: Mortar.

This series of upgrade consumption will just save enough 2,500 materials to consume clean, with 7,500 silver coins, although Gordon's gold coins can't be taken out, but as a ship's upgrade consumption is no problem.

The whole ship was completely renewed, all the damage was gone, the hull rose directly to sixty meters, thirty-six broadside guns, four bow guns, plus two mortars.

"Don't worry everyone, these are normal situations!"

Gordon climbed the ship and shouted, but the feedback was embarrassing.

Aside from the first novelty, the crew was quick to accept the change, and some sailors stopped to look at the two mortars, or touched the brand new deck, and then the sail sail continued to sail, and the cleaner continued to clean.

After all, this change only allowed them to change to a larger ship, which might have been better, but the Jackdaw was just a very mediocre ship, neither like the Black Pearl, which was the fastest, nor like the flying Dutchman, which could dive, and could probably be regarded as a decent cruiser.

"Captain!"

Only one person came running in a rage, and that was the newly recruited boatman, David Brook.

"Well, David, what's the problem?"

"I'm resigning, sir, your ship doesn't need a shipwright at all!"

After the two battles in which the Jackdaw entered the Caribbean, David was in charge of repairing the ship, and he spent a lot of painstaking efforts to plug the holes in the ship, clean up the debris, and re-strengthen the support columns, especially in the war through the Caroni estuary, the bilge of the Jackdaw was leaked, and the sailors used a winch to press the water out, while dragging it ashore and running aground, tying the hull to the palm and coconut trees on the beach, and barely completed the repair of the ship.

As a result, Gordon's return was just a simple upgrade, which erased all traces, leaving David with a deep sense of frustration that life was worthless, and everything he had worked so hard to was a joke in the hands of the captain.

"No, no, no, every ship needs a shipwright for maintenance, David, you're good enough, you just need to get used to the Jackdaw. ”

Gordon tried to keep them, but now they were too few to even have a gunner for forty guns, and he didn't have time to recruit another boatman to Europe.

David was just a child's mentality, and was coaxed back by Gordon's words, but he looked at the empty ship and felt very uncomfortable, he needed more crew members to ensure the normal operation of the Jackdaw.

They set sail in the evening, bypassed Port of Spain at night, and headed north to the Royal Fortress, later known as the Port of St. Georges, and of course now, it belonged to the French, and there was not even a decent dock, which, according to Gordon's memory, had improved greatly in the last year, with the introduction of cocoa, coffee, and cotton, and the extensive trade of black slaves, which established the economic status of the plantations here.

The future was always full of changes, and he couldn't always drag the discredited Jackdaw on the seas, so they temporarily changed their course to make a stop in this French-ruled port.

With a distance of one hundred and fifty nautical miles, the upgraded Jackdaw arrived at the spring harbor on the morning of the third day.

Like Lisbon, the city is built on a hill, most notably the massive Royal Fortress, which stands atop a hill and covers the entire marina with artillery.

The fortress, built in 1650, is still strong after decades, and as long as it remains in French hands, it ensures that the land remains under French control.

No one wants to have a conflict here, after all, the port is not rich and the French are not easy to mess with.

Captain Gordon had been in the primeval jungle for nearly a month before he saw the ship's calendar, and the time had come to the fourth of November, and he had been in this world for nearly half a year.

Today's sky is a little dark, as the sun gradually moves towards the Tropic of Capricorn, the climate change on the sea is prone to hurricanes at this time, the wind blows the waves a little stronger, and almost all the ports are anchored at the docks, which is not a good climate.

With the arrival of Gordon and the others, there was also a little ice rain in the sky, which made the pedestrians shrink their necks and then drill into the room.

The Jackdaw paid the mooring fee and took the men ashore, there were no decent hotels at all, the main town was very small, and the sailors who moored the ships camped on the edge of the city or on the leeward coast, among the coconut and palm trees, it was a good experience.

Of course, this way of life might as well have stayed on the Jackdaw, they had only recently set sail and were leaving just to recruit some sailors here, so it was just Gordon who disembarked with Mickey and two sailors and headed for the city's tavern.

Pushing open the door of the somewhat dilapidated tavern, the fireplace in the tavern warmed the atmosphere a lot, but the smell here was not good, and the mess caused by the hangover in the early morning had not had time to be cleared, the tavern messenger tried to pack up all the stolen goods, and the bartender at the bar was nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like we're not here at the right time?"

After saying that, Gordon shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave, taking advantage of this time, you can go to the exchange first, the ship is now ballasted only supplies and those looted cannons, more space should be able to carry more goods, wealth comes from accumulation, he can't let his ship run empty.

"Wait, sir!"

As soon as they reached the door of the tavern, they were stopped by a Frenchman dressed in fine clothes and gold-rimmed glasses, in a very awkward English.

"May I introduce myself first, Auguste Barre Bonnet, just call me Bonnet, a businessman, I think I might be able to help?"

Although Captain Gordon was a little sluggish after his downfall, he did not treat himself badly, he was well-dressed, and the sailor who had experienced the killing was strong and sharp-eyed, and he was not a small character.

"You can call me Captain Gordon, I want to recruit a group of sailors, is there any way you can do it? My ship is called the Jackdaw, a privateer attached to the British. ”

Feeling the cold rain blowing, Gordon wrapped himself in his coat and stared impatiently at the man who was still thinking, of course, he also knew that recruiting a group of people in the French port to serve the British privateers seemed to be a bit excessive.