As the sun sets, Lorraine is in the afterglow of the sunset, and strokes and strokes the newly-received charts.

Kron was the first to come back, with empty hands.

As they expected in advance, there was no ready-made destroyer foremast in Bridgeton. Although they accepted customization, it took two months to order, and it took only ten days to travel from here to Kingston.

The matter of ship repair can only be put on hold for the time being.

Lorraine, Cron and Yacharin discussed the route to Kingston. As they chatted, they saw Carmen go home and jumped out of the carriage with sailors.

The three of them met up together.

Lorraine looked at the mountain-like wig with disgust: "Why did you think of dressing up like this?"

Carmen struggled to move his wig off, took off his fake eyebrows that were thicker than white ears, and breathed a long breath: "Is there any way, isn't this the aesthetic of the English?"

"It's just a deteriorating aesthetic." Lorraine shrugged and ordered someone to fetch water for Carmen and help her remove her makeup.

Carmen smiled bitterly and gently lowered his shoulders: "The honorable outfit can greatly reduce the difficulty of meeting. As long as I can see the above, I am still very good at convincing people."

"So, you brought me good news."

“Yes, from about an hour ago, the Drake Chamber of Commerce has obtained a trade license from the Governor’s House of Windward Islands. The scope of licenses includes St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Grenada, Dominic, Barbados and Tobago.”

"The whole British Windward Islands?"

"In addition, the Governor told me that the sea was not peaceful during this period. The French seemed to intend to invade Grenada, but Kingston did not have much energy. He hoped that we could see the national flags flying at the port before entering the port so as not to encounter unnecessary trouble."

"It seems that you not only convinced the governor, but also established a good friendship with him."

Carmen smiled sly: "In the words of Governor Carlisle, our friendship has been around for a long time, and it has begun around the age of West Saxon."

"I didn't expect him to be a humorous gentleman."

The sailors brought the clear water, and Carmen tried to bend down and frowned in pain: "My Captain, can you please do me a favor?"

"What?"

"You have driven Henna and Noya to the shore. I need someone to help me release this damn Basque Inu." She gasped, "Those whales... are about to strangle me to death."

"What can I say? My beautiful adviser is unavoidable."

Carmen has a beautiful figure, silky skin, and is protruding and pleasant.

The changing process smelled shiny and beautiful. Lorraine performed her duties as a captain, and solved her problems like the most qualified gentleman.

After finishing his clothes, he changed into a loose long skirt in his arms, washed away the dew, and walked out of the cabin with a pretty blushing face, and immediately came the frivolous whistle of Yacharin.

Cannon Master Si hung himself on the top railing of the stern building, smiling lewdly, making Carmen feel ashamed.

Lorraine glanced at him angrily: "I know what you are thinking, but nothing you are thinking of happened."

"This does not prevent me from spreading rumors, right? The beautiful staff officer asked the captain for help. The two of them stayed in the cabin for half an hour, alone and widowed, living in the same room..."

"You can spend the night on the shore tonight." Lorraine looked at him depressedly. "The night in Bridgeton is pleasant, I hope you can return to the boat with energy before ten o'clock tomorrow."

"Romance never overdraws my energy, my wise captain!" Yacharin cheered, ran off the boat with a few big strides, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The helpless Lorraine and the helpless Kron got together. The eyes are not the eyes, and the nose is not the nose.

"I guess, I'll be vigiling tonight, Captain?"

"I may be with you." Lorraine moved her arms, "The chart has not been handled yet, and it is not suitable for handling these professional matters in front of our guests."

Kron looked puzzled: "Captain, I've wanted to ask, why did you pretend to be a newbie in front of the woman named Donna?"

"Because a person's IQ is an interesting thing. It will not rise because of his opponent's intelligence, but will fall because of his opponent's stupidity." Lorraine drew a line with her hands, "Down to level, and becomes just as stupid."

"Are you trying to make her stupid?"

"Only idiots will show off as soon as possible. We are very busy and have no time to delay too much energy for something."

“Ahhh…”

The two were chatting, and a Brig-type frigate slowly drove into the dock next door.

The slender hull drew beautiful arcs on the sea surface, and the waterline was smooth and round, showing the crew's superb sailing skills.

Lorraine saw the familiar British Navy uniform on the deck. A group of sailors shouted and rushed under the command of several lieutenants, and parked the ship firmly at the dock and lowered the board.

Cron squinted: "Royal Navy ship?"

"The bow of the ship looks like a badger. If I guess correctly, it is the Royal Navy frigate, the HMS Badger."

Kron looked at Lorraine as if he was looking at a monster: "Captain, there are nearly a thousand ships in the entire Royal Navy, do you remember them all?"

"When I was studying at the sea school, the Badger was the scout ship of the Straits Fleet, so I saw it a few times." Lorraine shrugged, "By the way, I remember when I left Southampton, Odiran sent me a private message, his nephew Horashaw Nelson seemed to be serving on the Badger."

"What a coincidence?"

"Who knows? Just ask."

...

After searching through and picking up the letter from Audiran to Nelson from the cabin, Lorraine got off the boat with her trousers and came all the way to the anchor dock where the HMS Badger is located.

The sailors are disembarking.

Unlike the energetic military posture on the boat, they would go in groups of three or five as soon as they got off the boat, holding their arms and walking in a colorful way, like huge crabs.

In fact, this is their true nature.

Since Elizabeth I, the Royal Navy in Great Britain has expanded rapidly. In order to make up for the shortcomings of sailors, the Royal Navy often catches strong men in the taverns in the port.

Grab the boat, tie it up, the boat goes out to sea, and starts training.

The officers of the ship were given the supreme authority of the king in this small small land on the deck, and could insult, whip, or even torture their own sailors at will.

The drunkards tied to the ship will soon surrender, become qualified and brave sailors at the fastest speed, and then sign the military order that is almost a contract of selling one's body, and since then become a glorious member of the Royal Navy.

So some people say that drunks protect the sunny frontier in Great Britain, which is not a joke.

The authority of the officer cannot get off the boat. As long as you step on the land, the drunkards are still the original group of free drunkards.

Lorraine avoided them, walked to the side of the boat, and asked at a second lieutenant on the side of the boat, "Is it the HMS Badger?"

The lieutenant poked his head out strangely: "This one..."

"Lorraine Yarnson Drake, I am the president of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, a friend of Mr. Odilan Shacklin. Mr. Shacklin has a letter to you to send to your captain, Lieutenant Colonel Horashaw Nelson, hoping that he will be on the ship now."

"Here, wait a moment!" The lieutenant shouted and turned around, "Captain, you have your letter of letter! The messenger is chasing us to Barbados!"
Chapter completed!