The little girl is so energetic...

Sitting on the wooden box where fishing gear was placed, Dylan flipped through his signature dead fish eyes and looked into the sea and sky in the distance.

The weather is very good today, it is very suitable to fish offshore by a small boat, it is very suitable to bask in the sun for a day, and then go to the tavern with bronze and slightly tingling skin.

Badilla likes such skin the most. Touching such skin will make her excited, and even her waist twists with great effort, giving people an ecstasy experience.

Such a good day hasn't been long...

Dylan knew that the nosy father Leonard had sent a letter to the three families, asking them to report to Southampton, and take the merchant ship from the Northwest Branch to the New World to gather together.

In a few months, when the yellow-faced woman at home brought her three children to the manor to settle down, she would no longer be able to go to the town to recruit prostitutes in such a grand manner. At least... she would have to go to the next town for a lot of effort.

This is a sad story, like a young butler suddenly airborne a well-off manor.

Why are there such people who do nothing about the Caribbean Score?

"Why!"

Dylan sighed heavily, thrust his waist, and suddenly saw a flying St. George flag at the end of the sea and sky.

The snow-white St. George's flag, bright red cross, fluttering in the wind, creates a sound of wind in people's ears, getting higher and higher and closer.

The thick mast jumped out of the sea, followed by the slender shadow of the ship.

The ship's posture was very agile. Judging from the subtle design, it should be a new Brigentine ship that has been built for several years, but the hull was accidentally broken, charred and damaged. From the hull to the mast, there was a huge gap at the stern, which was like a survivor from a naval battle.

That's not the key, the key is that the ship is heading towards the fishing port.

What boat would head straight to this remote fishing port?

The captain is back?

Dylan vaguely saw the silhouettes of a pair of beautiful women on the bow of the boat. The man was burly and the woman was slim. It was just that the distance was too far, and he couldn't see clearly for a while.

He quickly pushed Hill, who was dozing off the side.

"Man, there's a boat!"

Hill tilted his head with an indesperate expression and took off the eyes of the big particles in the corners of his eyes: "Man, this is near the sea, and there are ships at any time."

"It's not that kind of boat, it's Brigentina, driving towards us."

"What? Brigentina?"

Hill opened his eyes wide, stood up quickly, climbed up to the roof of the stairs in three or two steps, and set up a pergola to look into the distance.

His eyes were very good. When he was at Lorraine's flagship, his position was the fifth lookout hand of the mainmast and the third lookout hand of the frontmast. Even Lorraine said that those gray eyes that were always unwashed must have been blessed by the gods.

However, their actions were not approved by Miss Butler.

The conversation was at its climax. One of the people who were talking to him was asleep and two whispered each other, chatting and laughing. As they were talking, one of them began to climb the roof and posed in a shameful position of pelican courtship in public.

Miss Orphee is very angry!

"Hey! Is this how the men in England deal with the supervisor? What about your etiquette? Your…"

"Shut up, forty pound chick!"

"You! You you!" Miss Orphee was choked for the first time, blushing and stunned.

Dylan stood up and slapped another old guy on the back of the head: "Batow, get up, there is a gunboat approaching, the middle loss, and the St. George's flag is hung."

Barto, who had not even drooled, jumped three feet high, and it seemed like a whirlwind swept into the cottage. After a while, he hung a stinging sword on himself, a spear on his back, and took out his two partners' portable weapons.

Miss Orphee looked at the three people whose temperament changed suddenly and asked stutterly: "This... can anyone tell me what happened?"

Dylan took the rifle handed over by Barto, raised the gun and tried to aim.

"It is obvious that the forty-pound girl, the gunboat with a loss in the middle, headed to the dock, either the captain is back, or the cunning pirate pretending to be an English ship, preparing to snatch our fishing port to rest."

"Sea...Pirates?"

"Don't be so fussy." Dylan licked his lips and grinned. "They are 4 kilometers away from us, and Hill will tell you the answer soon. Even if you are really a pirate, you have enough time to gather the slaves and Indians to defend our estate."

"Really?"

"Why do you think the captain chose the three of us to take care of the fishing port? The stormtrooper, the command room, the observation deck, we are all sailors at the sea level. The reason why we stayed at the dock was to protect the safety of the manor, not to remove moss from the dam!"

Before he finished speaking, Hill on the roof shouted loudly: "The target is confirmed! It is the captain and Ms. Jesla! Put away the swords and guns and prepare to welcome him!"

...

It took nearly half an hour before the windy Rainfrog roamed the dock slowly.

The boat board was lowered, Lorraine and Henna walked down the deck hand in hand, and saw Dylan standing upright.

"Old Dylan, no see for a long time."

Dylan stood attentively and saluted: "Welcome the captain back!"

Lorraine nodded without comment, twisted her head and looked at Miss Orphee in surprise: "Ophie McCarthy, I don't remember hiring a beautiful Irish lady in my estate."

Miss Orphee coughed twice: "Report President, I am the Drake Chamber of Commerce, and the information liaison officer of the Caribbean Chapter dispatched by the General Chamber of Commerce. Given your uncertain whereabouts and are unwilling to disclose to the chapter that the President Parker believes it is necessary to add this position."

"Are you a liaison?"

"Yes. In addition, considering that Drake Villa has not yet arranged a housekeeper, Parker's branch president ordered me to take over this position temporarily, and you will decide whether to assign it separately."

"Butler..." Lorraine touched her chin that had not been naked for a long time, "Dylan, how long has Miss McCarthy been serving as the butler?"

"About three weeks."

"Are you competent?"

“It’s very long-winded.”

"That is to say, it's very competent... I heard that your eldest daughter has the same lively personality as every detail?"

Dylan sighed heavily: "Yes, my daughter learned from her wife. I heard that they will come to Lucie in July at the latest. I think she and Miss McCarthy can become good friends."

"That's great." Lorraine smiled and reached out to Miss Orphee. "Miss McCarthy, given your good performance during this period, your probation period is over, and I hope you have a good time at the estate."

Miss Orphee was wary of the evil pagans suddenly becoming so easy to talk.

While vigilant, she still remembered her other position, the liaison officer.

She pointed to the Rainfrog and asked, "President...No, Master, what's going on with this ship?"

"This ship?" Lorraine looked back at the Blossom, "Do you know what I did before?"

This question is Miss Orphee's reverse scale.

She angrily said, "The only three people in the manor know what you are doing. Even the answers that Parker asked them were beyond words."

"You didn't try to bribe them?"

"How can this be done!"

"Ahhh... It's okay, you're right. This is indeed an inappropriate move." Lorraine looked at Dylan regretfully and said to Miss Orfe, "I went to Central America for an expedition some time ago."

"Exploration? Maya?"

"As you said, I'll look for the remains of the Sun God."

"Has found?"

"No."

"Then this ship?"

"On the way back, I met a resting pirate group on a beach. Like every upright gentleman, I attacked them."

Miss Orphee showed a ghost-looking expression: "Did you attack a pirate on land during your adventure?"

"right."

"Snatch their ship?"

"right."

"Then why did the ship break like this?"

"Oh, there are many pirates, so I played some tricks, detonated some of their ammunition, and widened the number of people."

"You are a devil..." Orphe looked at Lorraine in horror, "What are you going to do next?"

"Aren't you a liaison officer? Please inform President Parker to come to the fishing port to receive the gunboat. This ship needs to be repaired and needs to be given a better name."

"Ah... OK."

"Is there any problem?"

"there is none left……"

"If not, we will go back to the manor."

Lorraine took the lead, and Miss Orphe followed behind in a daze, mingling with a group of seafarers laughing and laughing.

The moment she walked out of the dock, she heard Henna say to Dylan: "The dock is time to clean, with moss marks everywhere, which are easy to slip."

Dylan stood attentively and stood: "Tomorrow the pier will be refreshed, I promise you, Ms. Jesla!"

Miss Orphee was immediately so angry that she ascended to heaven: "Didn't you just say that your work is not moss removal!"

"This is not a moss removal, this is an order." Dylan answered seriously.
Chapter completed!