After all the formalities were completed, Gordon rushed to the repair dock with the sailors.

There were no major problems with the Jackdaw, a few holes were repaired, a window was reinstalled in the captain's quarters, and the whole ship was as good as new, although the iron sheets for reinforcement could still be seen from the inside.

In order to achieve perfection, these meticulous boatmen also removed the algae and shellfish from the seabed, and greased the locks and winches to ensure that the movement was normal.

Gordon, of course, was pleased with this outcome, and led the sailors aboard the Jackdaw, raised the anchor, and set sail.

Came to the leased dock, where the sailors were already waiting, and there were also supplies purchased in large quantities, and then began to load the ship.

The first to run aboard was the black cat Quiline, who had become familiar with the Jackdaw, and seemed to think that it belonged to his own territory, and rushed up from the plank of the dock with a few jumps, and the other was David, who was still sleeping soundly, and was thrown up by two sailors with a quilt.

Gordon frowned and asked one of the sailors, "How much did he drink?" ”

But isn't it, all the way to the dock by the sailors, and the cool breeze blew for a while, but I was just subconsciously wrapped in the quilt, and still didn't wake up.

"Two glasses of ale, Captain. ”

The sailor who poured the wine last night said that he was very innocent, and that the teenager had probably never been exposed to alcohol before, and that it was not even the first time he had been to a tavern like this.

Gordon waved his hand and motioned for the man to move in.

This time the supply was very simple, just some fresh water and bacon, and some oranges.

There wasn't any cargo to be delivered, and the supplies were barely enough for a day's worth of food, leaving the ship almost empty.

The waterline was so shallow that it could even soar to ten knots if it was downwind, and heading south from London would have to pass through the Strait of Dover and the English Channel before reaching Brest for a new wave of resupply.

The English Channel is flooded by the North Atlantic during the summer, and when the weather cools down and turns into September, the northeast winds blow in from the North Sea, allowing the Jackdaw to follow the monsoon and currents to the south.

At this time, the strong wind had already risen, blowing the flag at the top of the ship, which was northeastward.

But the sky never lit up, and a light rain began to fall on the deck of the Jackdaw, causing the sailors to unconsciously wrap their collars.

The cooler weather had already made Gordon think about preparing a batch of clothes for the winter, but thinking about the tropical environment of the Caribbean dispelled the idea, and it was too early to prepare these things.

Kulic stood on the stone pavement of the docks, watching the already small supplies being loaded onto the ship one by one, and also at Gordon standing on the side of the ship.

"Have a nice trip!"

He waved his hand and shouted, the voice a little inaudible in the wind.

Gordon waved his hand: "Take care!"

Kulić walked away into the distance wrapped in his clothes alone, looking a little gloomy.

"All sailors are in place!"

"Raise the anchor! Raise the sails and prepare to set sail!"

"Captain's order, pull up the anchor, lower the sails!"

"Yes Captain!"

Amid the shouts of the sailors, the ship moved and began to move away from the bustling port of London, this time with a new identity - privateers.

Soon after the Jackdaw's departure, the entire dock began to be bustling, braving the icy rain, and the industrious sailors began to load the ships with supplies and cargo.

As time passed, although the rain was still falling, the merchant ships on the shipping lanes began to increase, and it was on the busiest shipping route, England was the center of the world, and there were many large ships with extremely deep drafts, heading north to dock at London, and almost all the ships noticed that such a crazy ship was almost empty, sailing fast towards the south.

Gordon stood in the ship's building, with the rudder in his hands, letting the ship wobbly a little, facing the cold rain that kept falling, and began to hum a song.

At this time, David got up from his hammock, staggered onto the deck, and then shivered with cold.

Then he asked Jon, who was looking out from the side of the boat with a rope in one hand, "Where are we going, sir?"

"We're going to go after a damn green sail and find the legendary El Dorado......"

However, before David could finish his words, he had already run to the side of the ship and began to vomit, and the ship shook more violently when it was empty, which made the new boatman feel the malice of the sea.

Hangover and shaking, anyway, David felt that his bile was about to vomit out, and he didn't dare to move around wantonly when he grabbed the side of the boat, and he would fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention.

But look at the skilful sailors, who are flying on deck, swaying with the ship in a peculiar posture, as if they could not feel the shaking at all.

"How did you do that?"

"It's just a habit kid, and soon you'll be able to get used to it too, haha. ”

The sailors who passed by laughed when they saw this underage boatman, and every qualified sailor came over like this.

Riding the wind, at an average speed of ten knots, Brest was reached at noon the next day.

Brest is only a small port with a small population, except for the role of supply, that is, the French have a military port here, and many warships have stopped here.

Gordon took his somewhat frozen sailors into a somewhat crowded tavern on the docks, a small but delicate French frontier.

He held a black cat in his hand, then ordered a simple breakfast for his sailors, then sat down and ordered a glass of rum.

The ship's supplies had been depleted, the sailors were hungry in the morning, and the tavern provided only a few smoked fish, broth, and brown bread, but everyone ate to their delight.

Gordon fed almost all of the jerky to Quillin, dipped the brown bread in the soup, and ate it with boiled beans.

"Alan, you are responsible for buying supplies in a while, Mickey, you take someone to buy some goods in this port, it doesn't need much, we have to dock at Ferrol, Spain, in the next port, and inquire about those treasure hunting fleets." ”

"Captain...... Why are we asking about those treasure hunting fleets?" Alan looked confused, they just went to Port Royal and Cayenne to gather troops, and then went to the mouth of the Caroni River.

Now that the two countries are not at war, and a rash opening of fire will cause the situation to spiral out of control, all they can do is first find El Dorado, then plant the British flag, and then deter the Spaniards from leaving.

Gordon really rolled his eyes: "Do you know what it means to know yourself and know your opponent in a hundred battles? Spain is not in the habit of recruiting pirate ships to become privateers, but likes to kill these pirates cleanly, I wonder what the identity of that green sailing ship is, Redbeard?"

I first heard the term from the first pirate I killed, yes, it seems to be Harvey.