The weather in London was as gloomy as ever, and the air conditions in the rotten country during the Industrial Revolution were surprisingly bad. London is known as the fog capital of the 21st century, and the pungent smell of sulfur and the industrial exhaust gases emitted everywhere make the city's living environment close to Beijing's sewers.

Apparently not in this way, "If a man is tired of London, he must be tired of life." Samuel Johnson says that the big people who live in London have become accustomed to the "bad weather" here, and are even proud of it, and even the stinking and foul Thames has become a sight for them to visit.

But today, the aristocracy and big businessmen who live here have to face a threat from the West, a menacing "pirate" in the Caribbean, who endure the smell of sweat in the air and gather in a small auditorium to discuss the weather in London and the "mud legs who deserve to be hanged" in the New World. Fat-headed and big-eared merchants, and aristocrats who smeared grease and powdered their manners, gathered together in a noisy manner, or gritted their teeth, or casually mentioned the legend that spread on the sea.

"I've seen them with my own eyes, those black-haired devils! they burned my ship, and those stinking monkeys should have been hanged in the harbor!" a fat merchant, painted with lead white, sat on a chair, huddled into a pile of meat, and shouted loudly, the whites of his face falling down.

A thin old nobleman next to him glanced at him disdainfully, and said to the equally old-fashioned nobles beside him: "How can these businessmen, whose fat has been stuffed with their brains, understand the glory of Great Britain?" What are the sinners to worry about in the light of Her Majesty the Empress? They could not even speak, but could only raise stone axes and spears and scream like wild beasts. Only the Spaniards are our great enemies, since the Armada was defeated by us, they still occupy the richest places in the New World, dominate the Caribbean, we should concentrate on them!"

A middle-aged aristocrat wearing a wig echoed with a smile: "Our will is the will of Europe, our territory is the border of the world, and the rule of Great Britain is like the sun that never sets, shining on all bright places forever." God blessed Great Britain to conquer all heretics and heretics. Those sinful people who occupy the land given to us by God and do sinful things, who dare to harm God's people and do evil things of heretical worship, we should cleanse this unclean land and let the light of God shine forever. ”

At this moment, the side door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and the old man in the black clerical robe came to the center of the auditorium and sat down on the main seat. Beckett, who wore a one-eyed patch, was brought to him and sat in the side seat next to him, and the old man picked up the small hammer in front of him and tapped it lightly on the table.

The people who were talking about it closed their mouths obediently, and the noisy auditorium hall was instantly quiet. The old nobleman looked around the hall and said in a deep voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today for news from the New World. A shameful, savage pirate regiment has appeared in that sea, causing countless losses to everyone! The number of ships from the New World in the port of London has been gradually decreasing since a month ago, and it is unthinkable that no ships have even entered the port for a week!"

The old man glanced around majestically, his eyes were deep and terrifying, and he raised his voice and said: "According to the latest news, the ports in the southern part of the New World, Royal, Havana, Santiago, and Port-au-Prince have all fallen under pirate attacks! Three governors of Great Britain have died in this riot, and the loss of nearly 100 warships is as high as nearly 100, and your merchant ships and cargo ships are incalculable, and our rule in the Caribbean has been overturned, this is a provocation to Great Britain! A provocation to the East India Company!"

Although the nobles and merchants had vaguely received some information, their information would certainly not be as detailed and clear as that of the East India Company, and most people only knew some scratching the surface. In their minds, this time it was probably the same pirate that developed and plundered in the Caribbean, just a disease of ringworm, but they didn't expect that the form had deteriorated to such an extent. For a while, the whole hall was in chaos, and the old man picked up a small hammer and struck the wooden table hard.

"Dangdang!" The loud noise covered everyone's panic and calmed down, and the old man's voice was like a muffled thunder in June, low and powerful, "Silence! Gentlemen, we are not here to show your helplessness, but to discuss how to deal with it!"

"Earl!" said a young nobleman, rising from his seat and saluting him, "in the face of such a provocation, we can only return to war, and only by the blood of these sinners can we wash the glory of Great Britain!

Under his leadership, many nobles and merchants with interests in the Caribbean Sea stood in solidarity: "That's right, war! only war, cleanse the whole Caribbean, plant the flag of Great Britain on every inch of land!"

Others were watching from the sidelines, most of them were aristocrats who had no interests in the Caribbean, some opened the Far Eastern route, and some established plantations and mines in India, and they were reluctant to pay for the interests of the Caribbean.

At that moment, a nobleman poured cold water and said: "War? We have lost all the ports in the Caribbean, we have lost all the control forces there, and we have sent fleets all the way to go on an expedition without support to a powerful force that can sweep away the Caribbean Sea, which will cause our interests to be hit hard again." I would never support that!"

"It's a colony of Great Britain, a sacred territory, conquered by a band of stinking pirates, and every year a great deal of wealth from the New World disappears, and they threaten our colonies in the north!

"Gentlemen, before making a decision, we may hear the opinion of Lord Beckett, who confronted the pirates, and even escaped from them!" the old earl, who was presiding over the meeting, interrupted the argument and proposed.

Beckett, with a blindfold in his tow, dragged a crippled leg, and stood beneath the old earl, facing the directors of the East India Company, looking at them with sympathy, sarcasm, or ridicule, as a lord canonized by the Empress, who was much higher than these people, but had to endure their contempt.

Beckett straightened up, pretended not to hear the sneer on the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, Excellencies, we are not facing a pirate who is trying to plunder our wealth, but a group of conquerors who want to drive us out of the Caribbean. They are not Spaniards, they are not Dutch, they have nothing to do with any country or power on the continent of Europa, they are clothed in yellow skin, they believe in heresies, and they want to drive God's people out of their homeland! This is the glory of God and the glory of white men, the war against heretics and aliens, and the war of life and death!"

"Lord Beckett, have you been frightened by those yellow-skinned demons?" a nobleman who was at odds with Beckett openly mocked, "Those demons, with their fangs and claws, have scared our lord out of fear, and he actually thinks that these barbarians have a life-and-death relationship with Great Britain. Lord, not every noble British nobleman is as cowardly as you, and we have enough courage and strength to destroy those filthy pirates. ”

Beckett raised his head suddenly, a tyrannical cold light flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a vigorous sailor on the sea, and everyone only saw that his muscles were tense all over his body, and he drew the dagger under his feet. The next moment, the dagger was nailed between the legs of the aristocratic youth who was at odds with him, cutting through his pants, revealing a black mass inside.

"Is that your courage? Anthony!" Beckett smirked and roared, pointing at the pool of his lower body with malicious intent, his eyes fierce with murderous intent, "Do you want to see the black snake flag? Do you want to experience the cold of death? Do you want to try the evil and madness of the ghost lord? In the Caribbean, there are countless heroes who lick blood on the tip of their knives, and there are countless pirates with their heads in their hands, and each of them is fearless! Do you know what they have become? Those iron-clad men, now when they see the fog on the sea and the black flag, they are like people who have pulled off their backbones, and they tremble with fear. In the harbor, there is no shortage of warriors in the storm and on the sea, but now they are buying drunk and down!"

"Whether it's the pirates who roam the seas, or our well-trained fleets, whether it's the sturdy ships of the great ships and cannons, or the swift ships that are as swift as arrows, they all tremble in their shadows, and they are all burned and sunk under the ghost fleet! Gentlemen, they are not pirates, they are not rioting Indians, but the undead who have crawled out of hell, driving their ghost ships, bringing destruction and slaughter to the sea!"

The old earl persuaded the crazy Beckett, calmed him back to his position, and gently tapped the gavel in front of him and said: "The king of Spain has sent a letter to the queen, proposing that several countries with special interests in the Caribbean should work together to solve the problem, and Her Majesty the queen has been carefully considering it, and there is not much time left for us!"

As soon as these words came out, someone jumped out and said: "What else are you considering? We can't give the Spaniards another chance to meddle in the New World, they have been greedily occupying it for so long, and this time it should be Britain who dominates the Caribbean!"

A servant ran in in small steps, whispered to the old earl a few times, and the audience was full of discussions, "Silence!" The old earl said in a deep voice: "The Portuguese have informed us that they have been attacked by an unknown attack in the port near Gibraltar, according to the analysis, that group of pirates has come towards the English Channel, the Spaniards and the Dutch, Portugal, are ready to fight them nearby, we have no choice!"

"For the glory of Great Britain, we are not afraid of life and death sacrifices, and the sun never sets, and the glory of the empire shines forever!"

All the nobles and merchants stood up in unison, drew their long swords under the leadership of the old earl, and swore in unison: "Under the holy war, the empire is with us!"

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