After saying goodbye to Jackdaw, the Golden Deer, which was not in a state of disrespect, had no trouble lingering. She packed up and drove straight to Jamaica Island in the central Caribbean.

Jamaica is a key transit destination for the Caribbean route. It is adjacent to Cuba in the north, Hispaniola in the east, and Central and South America in the southwest. It passes through the Bahamas, which can be covered with islands and reefs, and crosses the Yucatan Strait. It is the windy and deep Gulf of Mexico, which is well-connected.

This island has a long colonial history.

In 1494, Columbus led his fleet to become the first Europeans to come here.

In 1509, Spain claimed that Jamaica became its colony, renamed Santiago, and established the Spanish town in 1538, making it the capital.

Their rule over Jamaica lasted for a century and a half.

In 1655, William Bing and Robert Venables jointly led a British fleet to successfully occupy Jamaica.

They invited the pirates to the island's largest port, Loire, to assist in defending the possible counterattack of the Spaniards, and retreated twice in the following years, thus opening up the deep connection between Jamaica and the Pirates of the Caribbean.

In 1670, Spain formally recognized the British ownership of Jamaica in the Treaty of Madrid.

In accordance with the promises given to the pirates by the two fleet admirals, Charles II handed over the Port of Loire to the management of the pirates, turning the port into a common holy place for the privateers of England and the pirates of the Caribbean.

By 1674, Henry Morgan was pardoned in London and was granted the Royal Knight, becoming the Deputy Governor of Jamaica.

With the support of the British royal family, he returned to the Caribbean Sea, and operated his vast manor openly, but secretly led a more elite pirate team to conquer the famous pirates with names in the entire Caribbean, established a maritime brotherhood, promulgated a pirate code, and became the only pirate emperor in the history of the Caribbean.

The emperor's place is the capital.

The Port of Loire has thus truly become the capital of the pirate empire. When Morgan was alive, his popularity was even greater than that of Turtle Island, where the Marine Brotherhood was located, and it was the yearning for thousands of Caribbean pirates.

However, the good times did not last long.

Morgan died in 1688 and the port of Loire was destroyed in 1692.

A major earthquake sent half of the Port of Loire into the sea. The pirates who were not engaged in production quickly abandoned the ruins. Until a few years later, the British built Kingston and established Port Royal on the former site of Port of Loire to be used as the territorial harbor of Kingston.

This place became the anchorage of the New World Fleet of the Royal British Navy. From then on, the pirates' reckless singing voices disappeared from Jamaica's beaches, becoming mediocre, leaving only class antagonism and racial discrimination buried deep in etiquette and order, just like every backward country illuminated by the light of civilization.

Thinking of this, Lorraine couldn't help laughing.

Since that strange conversation, he found that he often fell into a literary and artistic circle, expressing his feelings for the mountains and rivers, and complaining without any illness.

Just like the ridicule of the light of civilization just now, he completely didn't understand why he had such strange thoughts.

Could it be that he still wanted to gather a group of rogues, hooligans and bankrupt workers and peasants like Robespierre, tie up George III in Buckingham Palace and behead him and then be replaced by the farm master in a small corner, and die with his eyes open?

Very idle...

While thinking about it, the Golden Deer bypassed Cape Morant, overlooking the white sand beach of Morant Bay, and slowly sailed into the bay of Port Royal.

A giant ship came towards him.

With a huge hull and towering ship side, Lorraine saw a mighty majestic army who was trying to eat on the high bow of the ship, and her eyes were staring.

Shaq stood quietly at the bow of the ship, like him, stepping on the bow of the ship with his feet, and two long knives were buckled around his waist.

The accessory double sword means he will fight, perhaps the opponents are French, Western, and Dutch jackals, or the American sea rats, or the pirates who are wandering on the sea, ubiquitous.

He saw Lorraine, his ice-blue eyes were completely unmoved, as if he was looking at a strange passerby.

Lorraine slowly grinned, raised her head, and raised her middle finger at him.

The two ships passed by, and neither Lorraine nor Shake looked back.

Henna walked to Lorraine with a little concern: "That ship is so big..."

"HMS Lion, a new Royal Navy third-class battleship, 52 meters long and 15 meters wide, the main mast is 44 meters high and drainage of 1,800 tons."

"She is the top third-class battleship of the Royal British Navy. She has two-layer full-covered gun decks, 28 long-range guns on the lower level, 30 long-range guns on the upper level, 30 long-range guns on the upper level, 3 stern guns on the stern guns on the third level, 12 short-range guns on the 18-pound short-range guns on the bow guns on the lower level, 2 medium-range guns on the lower level, 2 forty-eight-pound super-heavy mortars on the upper level, and 550 sailors on the full rank."

"She can do everything by fighting, hand-to-hand combat, artillery battle, catching up, and pursuit. In small-scale combat, the adaptability and lethality even exceed the old second-class battleship. It is the real main battleship of the British Navy and the first choice for the colonial fleet admiral ship."

Henna opened her mouth slightly: "Lion, that's not..."

"Col. Shaq Francis Drake... No, now I should call him the Admiral of the Continental Squadron, Mr. Major General. This is his flagship, and his father's flagship back then."

"The one who wore double swords like you just now was him?"

"Yes." Lorraine shook her head meaningfully, "Go to port, I hope Lieutenant Colonel Nelson has prepared everything for us, which can save us a little time."

...

The Lion slowly sailed out of the bay of Port Royal, Shaq stood silently at the bow of the ship, his mind was full of passing by, Lorraine's strange movement and a reckless smile on his face.

Bell, who had just been promoted to major, walked over with his waistband in his waist, with a smile on his eyebrows, and did not look like an excellent officer at all.

"Admiral, I just glanced at Drake."

"If you have time to pay attention to the captains of the ships, you should print the portraits of all the Caribbean pirates in your mind in advance, which will help me gain military merits."

"Uh... I just turned my head when I turned the rudder... You know, our ship's side is relatively high."

Shaq glanced at him coldly and turned back to the cabin.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped: "Your sister, is your life still okay recently?"

Bell blinked: "Admiral, I just took stock of the military funds in Port Hamilton before handing over. Even if you want to fund my sister's studies, I dare not touch anything there."

"Reselling military funds is not a long-term solution." Shaq lowered his head and played with the hanging ears on his military uniform. "Your behavior in Plymouth has been exposed. If you don't want to go to the military court, it's better to get off the ship in San Salvador."

"Exposed?" Bell was incredulous and lost his voice for a moment, "When was it exposed?"

"It's just now." Shaq's voice was steady, and it was impossible to tell the truth or false. "Because a sailor formally filed a written report to me. According to the procedure, I have to hold a military court on the day I arrived in Bermuda to judge your crime. We all know that you deserve it."

Bell rolled his eyes to the sky: "Admiral, is there room for maneuver in this matter?"

"Yes, I can also list your whereabouts as top secret in the name of field, so that you can keep your military residence and escape from trial. When the sailor dies in battle, the military court will naturally end in vain because of the loss of the plaintiff."

"I just knew..." Bell muttered, "Where are you going to send me to the field?"

"Kingston, Drake Chamber of Commerce. I suspect that its president Lorraine Drake intends to engage in piracy outside of privateer permits. You must approach him and report all his whereabouts to me. This is the only way out to lose his merits."

"Is it true that I have to give up my merits?" Bell wanted to spit on Shakh's military windbreaker, "I need a forged trial order, at least five pounds of change. Also, during my field trip, I had to send my mother a lot of one penny, and I was promoted normally according to the age limit... I only have ladies left in the family, and I can't worry them."

"The requirements are reasonable." Shaq agreed without thinking, "You will get these when you get off the boat, and I will also arrange for reliable people to beat you up."

"Why do you need to be beaten?"

"Because there is a torture process in the military court, my brother is stupid, but it is not easy to cheat."

Bell lowered his head heavily, sighed as if he had accepted his fate: "Okay, you won, remember to tell them not to slap in the face."

Shaq shook his head gently.

He said: "This request is unreasonable and I will not accept it."
Chapter completed!