Following the rope ladder, Lorraine climbed onto the deck of the Jackdaw.

Caterina had obviously known Lorraine's disguise in advance from Carmen and others, and came up naturally with her face and reached out to Lorraine.

Her hands were a little icy, soft but contained power. The handshake process was straightforward and neat, just like those gentlemen with a firm mind.

Lorraine couldn't help but smile: "Thank you for your hard work these days."

"Return the jade to Zhao, Mr. Captain, the Jackdaw is ready."

"Thousands of all..."

Lorraine knew that what Katerina said was not an excuse, and the Jackdaw was indeed ready for smuggling.

Through the Sloop type purchased by Leonard privately, the two parties established a connection early.

Caterina registered Spanish registration for the Jackdaw under the remote control of Lorraine.

She is now a legal Spanish civilian ship, and to be more precise, a black merchant ship like the original Attis Beauty, which does not have a legal business license.

Her ship owner is Donna Linka, a second-generation immigrant born in New Orleans, and the current captain is herself, Edward Kenway, a third-generation immigrant from Baton Rouge.

All related person information is fake, and it is difficult to even verify in Louisiana, where household registration management is messy and multiple forces are entangled.

How far can it be done?

Lorraine took a deep breath and re-painted the main mast on the ship: "Pick off the pirate flag and raise the sails! Gentlemen, let's go to the New World to hunt for gold."

"Go to find gold!"

"Go and make a fortune!"

“Wow!”

...

The Jackdaw, along the outer edge of the Cayman Islands, passed through the Yucatan Strait, rested on Perez Island for a night, headed north across the Gulf of Mexico, and after six days, it finally came to a huge marshland.

This is the world-famous Mississippi Delta.

The surging Mississippi River is the father of all waters among the Indian population. It originated from the Great Lakes and flowed through the vast land of New France. It gathered tributaries along the way, carrying endless mud and sand, and deposited this huge impact fan with a total area of ​​more than 12,000 square kilometers in the Gulf of Mexico.

The rivers are scattered in this alluvial fan and turn into rivers with different widths and depths as capillaries, cutting out countless deltas, forming swamps and sand islands, and reaching the Shandelure Islands, the most extended delta.

This arc-shaped island chain becomes the gateway to the delta, separating the ocean and the swamp from each other, clearly distinguishing it.

This is also the only waterway to enter New Orleans, with an average water depth of only 6.5 meters. Not only does it cut off the possibility of battleships entering and leaving, even giant ships like the Jackdaw can only be careful on the main channel. If a navigator who is familiar with local hydrology is not aware of the pilot, he will never dare to easily rush into this restricted area.

Lorraine ordered the Jackdaw to hang the "Blood and Gold" flag symbolizing Spain, mooring anchors offshore Breton Island on the southern edge of the Chandelure Islands, and lowering the assault boat.

He called Yacharin over: "Yacharin, protect Carmen and Caterina to go to the island to hire a navigator, and we enter the port from the main northwest channel."

Yacharin blinked: "Captain, I am the gunner of the corps."

"I know you're a gunner, but New Orleans is more friendly to the French and Spanish, and I heard they don't like to speak English."

"It seems that the British are the enemy of romance, and that's a consensus."

Yacharin shrugged helplessly, boarded the charge boat, and took on the important task of protecting the flower envoy.

Soon, they boarded the ship with a navigator with a spear, and Carmen whispered to Lorraine: "Purchase three shillings at a time, but Mr. Charles is willing to sell his own hand-painted hydrological drawings of the main channel, which costs ten pounds."

"Did you buy it?"

Carmen nodded and stuffed a roll of parchment into Lorraine: "I only paid 50%. As for whether to pay the remaining 50% after arriving in New Orleans or leave him on the delta to feed the crocodile, it depends on the results you verify."

"Shoulder the heavy responsibility..."

The Jackdaw, who obtained the Navigator, set off again, entered the Delta from between Breton Island and Great Gorzi Island, and slowly and steadily entered the offshore swamp of the Delta with just one sail.

The scenery on both sides is picturesque, with water birds flying, crocodiles walking, and snow-like sandbanks dotted among the green grass, like pearls, reflecting dazzling brilliance under the sun.

The most common one here is a large seabird called the brown pelican. It has long beaks with blue and white mixed, dark brown bird's neck and gray feathers. It often strolls in shallow beaches, occasionally flying out in groups, flying towards the sea, and preying on full meals.

Lorraine puts most of her experience on newly obtained hydrological pictures.

The picture uses dark lines to outline five wide waterways that are twisted like bird claws. The data on the channel is dense, clear and accurate. It not only marks the stranding points that must be bypassed, but also marks shallow water channels with a depth of three to four meters. Although the Jackdaw cannot enter, smaller ships can play hide-and-seek with the powerful enemy in this complex water area with this picture.

Lorraine was very satisfied with the professional level of the navigator. After successfully circumventing the fifth stranding point, Carmen paid the final payment.

The navigator who had received huge sums of money became more hardworking, pointing at trees of different shapes on the sandbank, and teaching Lorraine the secrets and experience of navigation without a map.

After sailing like this for ten hours, Jackdaw finally sailed out of the delta and entered the wide and deep estuary of the Mississippi River.

The surge became significantly stronger, but the sailors on the boat all breathed a sigh of relief. The Jackdaw meandered along the river bank and finally slowly entered the busy dock berth of Mississippi River Harbor before nightfall.

Standing at the towering bow, Lorraine looked at the prosperous scene of New Orleans with the afterglow of the sunset.

This is a strange town, built on the river, like a crescent moon.

In front of the pier is a large church square, with a circular fountain located in the middle, and in one corner is a majestic church with a towering bell tower.

Outside the church square, each household is closely connected with no gaps. Above the mottled old walls, the small balcony of the carved railings on the second floor are covered with green hanging flowers and plants, which is gorgeous and gorgeous.

Those more ostentatious homes also hang colorful carnival beads in this green, paired with statues of birds and beasts dotted between the flowers and plants, or hanging a few strings of copper wind chimes swaying in the wind, making the city that is already full of a rich tropical atmosphere more like small hanging tropical rainforests.

Another scene is on the street.

Residents along the street cover their private spaces tightly. The doors are mostly protected by carved pig iron security doors. The windows are often covered by brightly colored wood panels, which prevents people from peeking into the interior, and look exclusive and closed.

Most of the open ones are shops, guns, swords, ready-to-wear, food, and the most indispensable brothels and taverns in the dock area. Each family wants to replace each wall with glass, exposing everything inside into the street view, allowing people to see it at a glance.

There are pedestrians on the street.

Men, women, blacks, whites, and especially special, Lorraine often saw blacks in tuxedo walking off the carriage like European gentlemen, accompanied by Indian servants wearing bright ethnic costumes, chatting and laughing with whites.

This opened Lorraine's eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that one day I would actually see a black gentleman in the white world..."

Carmen laughed behind him: "The essence of politics is compromise and integration. The New World sold too many black people, and the early pioneers were not noble blood. It was not difficult to understand that they had a good relationship in the pursuit of rights."

"But the black people in New Orleans were not liberated by the early pioneers." Katerina came over bravely, "They obtained the rights only 10 years ago."

Through Caterina's mouth, Lorraine heard a strange history of city creation.

In 1719, under the guidance of the Indians, the French built New Orleans on the only high ground in the mouth of the Mississippi River.

They did not pay attention to this harbor hidden behind the Delta until the precious beaver skins set off in Europe, and this place became the most important export port for furs in the New World.

During the hunting process, the French controlled the entire Mississippi main stream and established the vastest colony in the New World, called New France.

But then, Britain rose.

France ceded nearly half of New France's land to Britain, and in order to seek allies, it also gave New Orleans to Spain in the Danfoynia Agreement.

Then the blood began.

The French in New Orleans did not know that they were abandoned by their kings.

In 1762, New Orleans belonged to Spain. In 65, Spain sent its first governor. In 68, the French in the city joined forces with the Germans to launch a peaceful coup and drove the governor out.

The French's treason made Spain very angry. The new governor was iron-blooded and decisive. He used a night banquet to kill all the rebellious Frenchmen, and shot five people on the parade in front of the church.

The French in the city were broken, leaving only indulgence in their sensuality. They no longer called themselves French, but called themselves Cleo.

The whites were Berkleo, and the black slaves and Indians were Black Clio. They wanted to use this naive means to let the Spanish governor lower their vigilance against them so that they could initiate another peaceful rebellion.

However, they failed.

Since both whites and blacks became Crios, the Governor followed suit and allowed the black slaves in New Orleans to redeem their own freedom, and set off the first black slave liberation movement in human history on the land of New Orleans.

Ten years later, many Black Clio have already owned industries and some have joined the parliament. They are devoted to Spain, because of a title, the French completely lost this important port.

Lorraine and Carmen listened with relish. When Caterina finished speaking, Lorraine smiled and thanked.

"You have increased my experiences and what makes me even happier is that you are willing to take the initiative to share stories with us. This is how true companions get along."

"In fact, I'm not here to share the stupidity of the French..." Caterina bit her lip, "You have been busy with business a few days ago, and there is something I haven't found to give to you. It's the spoils of the Battle of Black Mamba, or... it's a sequelae."
Chapter completed!