Reborn As a Pirate

The faint black smoke filled Zhongcang.

Among the black smoke, the leader leads the attack, and Lorraine defends. A scimitar was raging like a tiger in the leader's hand, and every knife was powerful and heavy.

Clang!

Lorraine blocked the leader's slash, pursed his lips, and wobbled back three steps.

The leader caught up, raised his knife and slashed again.

Lorraine stepped aside and turned around immediately.

He put his shoulders against the leader's body, walked around behind the leader in a flash, raised his arms and raised his hands, and the scimitar flew!

With a sound of poof, the blade accurately stabbed the bystander, passed through the chest, and sank into the handle.

The thug looked at the blood splashing out of his chest in disbelief, and slowly, slowly fell to his knees.

"you wanna die!"

During the fight, Lorraine succeeded in a sneak attack, and the leader was furious.

Taking advantage of Lorraine's recovery, he grabbed Lorraine's shirt with his backhand, swung his knife, and slashed across!

Lorraine, who was unarmed, slammed into the leader's arms shortly, and punched the diaphragm of his chest and abdomen heavily.

Boom!

The neck was so painful that he took a deep breath, and resisted to draw the knife back. Unexpectedly, Lorraine straightened up suddenly, and hit his chin with the top of his head.

Another bang!

This blow hurt both sides, Lorraine's forehead hurt deeply, and the leader's eyes were black for bursts.

The two staggered back together, took two steps back and kicked out together, and kicked each other's chest at the same time.

bang bang!

Lorraine was kicked straight away and rolled three times on the ground.

The wound was completely open, and pools of blood soaked the chest and back, almost staining the shirt with blood.

But he still held his breath and didn't say a word, even after the blow, his lungs were long gone.

The leader was panting heavily on the other end.

Severe pain in the chest and abdomen, severe pain in the jaw.

He suspected that one of his ribs was broken by the hammer just now, and his jaw was also knocked loose, half of his face was numb, and he didn't know whether his jaw was broken or not.

"Difficult...difficult boy!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and watched Lorraine, who was covered in blood, stand up again as if he could not be beaten, swaying and drawing the rapier from the dead thug, and swung his arm to shake off the blood beads.

The leader suddenly noticed Lorraine's strange nose.

There is a small wooden clip between the two nostrils. The clip is wrapped with cotton cloth, which is just the right size to plug the nostrils.

Why do you have to plug your nostrils?

The leader subconsciously wanted to ask, and he took a breath before feeling dizzy for a while.

"In this smoke..."

Lorraine started silently.

One step out, two steps into a leap, he lunged to a sudden stop with his eyes bare, lowered his wrist, raised the edge of his sword, and stabbed swiftly!

The slender sword edge rushed forward like a spirit snake, and the speed was not fast, straight to the heart.

The leader was frightened out of his wits, backed away step by step, and defended with his sword.

Immediately, the stabbing sword slanted upwards, and a long hissing sound sparked sparks on the wide blade. Lorraine took another big step forward, stabbing with a standard lunge, piercing the right shoulder of the leader with a puff, and piercing through the shoulder blade. Pass.

A moment of staring at each other is a clear winner.

Lorraine shook his hand and pulled out the rapier, turned sideways to avoid the splashed plasma, followed the momentum to get behind the leader, swung the raised rapier downward, and scratched the knee socket of the leader's right leg casually.

Only then did the leader howl miserably, let go of the long knife, and knelt down on one knee.

"you win……"

Lorraine stood still with his head down, the tip of the sword against the back of the leader's heart, and took a breath of burnt-smelling air for the first time.

"You now have a chance at life. Tell me where the captain is."

The leader smiled ferociously: "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Won't."

puff!

The stabbing sword pierced his chest, and the leader fell limply.

Lorraine panted heavily, clutching his chest and striding forward, struggling to reach the back warehouse, and closed the warehouse door with a bang.

On the other side of the rear warehouse,

Hai Na was playing with a knife, blocking the door, covered in blood.

Behind her lay four convulsed corpses, and in front of her stood two well-dressed gentlemen, one fat and the other thin.

"Where do we not meet in life...Mr. Thomas, the crew of the Artis Beauty, Lorraine Drake sends you my greetings." Lorraine smiled weakly, "Why? You don't intend to introduce me to the people around you... ...Mr. Barry?"

...

Old Barry's room is located on the right side of the rear warehouse, which was the former dock manager's office.

The partition wall divides the warehouse into three parts, with Barry occupying one part exclusively, with a total of upper and lower floors.

All living people are on the upper level.

In old Barry's bedroom, the two gentlemen were bound together respectably in flowery sailor knots, back to back.

Lorraine's skill was second to none among sailors, and the knots were not so tight that they would wrinkle clothes, nor so loose that they gave false illusion and room for escape.

Lorraine dragged a chair to sit at the end of the bed, crossed his legs, and played with his lost and recovered commanding sword.

Hina tends to his wounds.

She carefully took off his shirt, took off the bandage, washed off the blood, applied the medicine, and put on a clean and dry new bandage.

The cool feeling made Lorraine heave a long sigh of relief, and the slight intoxication from inhaling a small amount of mandala smoke further confused the pain and brought him long-lost comfort.

He shook his head slightly.

Mr. Thomas and Old Barry, who had been paying attention to Lorraine, were excited at the same time and said in unison: "As gentlemen, Mr. Drake, we demand decent treatment and the right to redeem our freedom."

"This matter can be discussed slowly." Tightening the bandage, Lorraine nodded to thank Hana, "I am more interested in some topics, for example, where is my captain?"

Old Barry's face revealed a look of struggle: "The water prison..."

"Where is the water prison?"

"The basement." Old Barry gritted his teeth. "Go out of the room, and there is a row of file cabinets facing you. Push them open, and you can see the entrance to the basement."

"A good start."

Lorraine smiled and winked at Hana, who understood and turned to go out.

Lorraine crossed her fingers: "Mr. Barry, is this really where you work and live?"

"The safe...is in the desk drawer. The drawer door is fake. You can dislodge it."

"It's a pleasure chatting with you." Lorraine stood up and snapped off the side of the drawer, revealing the safe made of fine iron inside. "Where's the password?"

"4159..."

The harvest is rich.

In the iron cabinet, Lorraine found four bundles of gold pounds secured with rubber bands, each bundle of one hundred pounds.

In addition, there are house deeds and land deeds for the No. 3 water warehouse, and two IOUs with denominations of 60 pounds and 80 pounds respectively.

The rest are nautical supplies, including Lorraine's logbook, privateer's license, the charter of the Artis Beauty and the small fishing boat, and three charts.

These three charts cover the entire coastal waters of Western Europe, one is the improved version of the Strait map of Lorraine, and the other two are published by the French Royal Maritime Bureau. The most detailed hand-painted map of the North Sea and the Cantabrian sea area in the civilian category .

Combined with what Lorraine discovered earlier, the spices belonging to Old Barry are lying neatly in the bilge of the Artis Beauty, and Lorraine speculates that Old Barry intends to enter the maritime business circle.

He let out a laugh, took out the privateer license and waved it in front of the old bus: "Mr. Barry, do you know it?"

"It's a priceless treasure!" Old Barry said with a gloomy face. "In the past hundred years, European maritime powers have stopped issuing private plunder licenses. If a British Kingdom's license is sold out, it can be exchanged for it in the hands of any pirate. A thousand pounds!"

"One thousand pounds... You are a cunning businessman, but you are not discerning enough." Lorraine packed up those priceless items and said slowly, "Francis Drake is the founder of the Drake hereditary baron family, The first Lord Drake."

"When he was a pirate, he made the French, Dutch and Spaniards of the New World very troubled; after becoming a navy, he led the weak Royal Navy to defeat the Spanish Armada. He also completed a voyage around the world. The beginning of the decline of Portugal."

"This document started all the legends." Lorraine tapped on the frame of the privateer certificate and smiled disdainfully, "If you send it to Drake's house in Tavistock, it will be worth five thousand pounds; If you give it to any collector in England, £10,000, £20,000, take it or take it."

"Twenty thousand pounds!" Old Barry and Mr. Thomas trembled together, "Your surname is also Drake, this document must belong to you. If so, why..."

"What do you want to ask? Why did a noble descendant go to a small ship as a seaman? Or why didn't I sell it?"

Old Barry swallowed: "It's all."

Lorraine stuffed the private plunder certificate into the bag casually: "There is a saying in the East, the sparrow can know the ambition of the swan. No matter how clear I say it, it's a pity that you can't understand it."

Old Barry sighed dejectedly: "Mr. Drake, I have already handed over everything, and we are even. Twenty thousand pounds of properties are more than enough to atone for sins."

Just as Lorraine was about to answer, Hana pushed the door open with a squeak and came in, shaking her head slightly at Lorraine.

Lorraine's face suddenly darkened.

"You killed him?"

A trace of panic flashed in Old Barry's eyes.

"I found a privateer's certificate on your boat... I thought he could give more... I asked him for it, but he refused to give it, always saying that he was a cobbler at sea for the first time... Yes... He forced I tortured him! No matter how much I tortured him, he didn’t say anything, and even broke two of the whips...Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake? Drake gurgling..."

Old Barry twitched violently.

Lorraine grabbed his hair, forced him to hold his head up, and cut his throat bit by bit with the command knife.

The blood poured out from the huge wound, and instead of splashing, it soaked through the clothes and sheets like a waterfall.

His eyes began to slacken, his mouth still opened and closed subconsciously, and more blood spewed out, splashing Lorraine all over.

Lorraine squinted and let him twitch while hanging on Mr. Thomas's back.

Thomas sat upright with a serious expression on his face.

"I can understand your mood." He tried his best to be dignified and calm, "You are well-educated, you should know that I don't need to take responsibility for this matter, and I shouldn't be implicated."

"I know." Lorraine dragged his sword and walked around the bed, "You just sold Pete's mortgage to the right person. But now that old Barry is dead, and Pete's family has become white slaves of the Hanseatic, you may plan to Offer a suitable ransom to buy your freedom from me."

"Yes." Mr. Thomas lifted his spirits. "I think a thousand pounds is a reasonable price. You can take the money and fly away before dawn with just one letter."

"A thousand pounds . . . you are a generous man."

Lorraine slowly put the sword on Mr. Thomas' tuxedo, and gently wiped off the blood on it.

He said softly: "It stands to reason that you don't owe me anything, and you are sincere. According to the education I received since childhood, I should agree."

"However... I have received more education, and it is also more complicated."

"If you do something wrong, you have to apologize..." He took a deep breath, "You owe the captain an apology. If you want to tell him in person, you have to go down..."