"The wind is southwest and west, the wind is five knots, and the stroke is! Target Bridgeton, Golden Deer, anchor!"

On April 24, 1779, the wind was sunny, and the Golden Deer, which became the flagship of Lorraine again, was hung with a pure white pansy flag. It was loaded with elite sailors and slowly sailed away from Luci Fishing Port. Under Lorraine's order, he turned his head, set sail, and moved forward through the waves.

For the first time, Lorraine truly felt the wonder of playing two characters. She had only returned to Luci for more than ten days, and was still fighting on the lake of Lake Pontchartrene not long ago. She was clearly not washed away, and she still remembered it fresh...

Standing at the bow of the Jinlu, he still felt that it was a long time since he was standing.

Sure enough, Edward Kenway's battle was Edward's, Lorraine Drake had not commanded a ship to sail on the sea for more than two months. Such a long dressing was almost unimaginable for a sea man.

He seemed to hear every inch of his body's joints making a harsh friction sound. The sea breeze put new oil on them. The joints twisted with the waves, and they were in urgent need of a practical adventure to re-run and rejuvenate.

To be celebrated, Nelson has prepared his adventures for him, in Bridgeton, in Barbados, in the Windward Islands.

Now it is the focus of the Caribbean Sea, with British, French, and Dutch warships gathering there, covering the entire Windward Islands with Barbados and Martinique as fulcrums.

Lorraine smelled the war, and unlike previous battles, it was a real battle, launching a formal challenge from the world's first-class to the strongest.

"It's so exciting..."

The white ears, who had successfully lost weight, jumped onto Lorraine's shoulders while stepping onto the barrier, meowed, licked Lorraine's face with her warm and warm little tongue, then lay down with satisfaction, curled up in a ball, squinted her eyes and took a nap.

Henna and Noya smiled and appeared behind white ears.

"White Ears don't like Edward." Henna poked Bai's little head, "The maternal fat that adjusts the skin color has a strange smell, covering your taste."

Lorraine shrugged unanimously: "Jenny and McCarthy like it very much. On Edward's shoulder, they don't have to worry about white-eared sneak attacks."

"What a pity, Carmen is still in New Orleans, and Jenny and McCarthy don't want to leave her."

"It's right to leave her behind, and there's no place for her to do next, and it's more valuable to stay in New Orleans."

Noya blinked her curious big eyes: "Captain, do you know what we are going to do?"

"Although the information is incomplete, Lt. Col. Nelson invited him to participate in the war as a mercenary. As for combat missions, it doesn't matter, and someone will always tell us."

"Join the war?" Noya's face turned pale, "With the regular navy?"

"I don't know." Lorraine pursed helplessly, "After all, the times are different. In the era of Frances, privateers were the backbone of the navy, and even when facing regular navy, they were not at a disadvantage. Now... the third-class ship is a different world. Firepower like the Golden Deer is not even qualified to join the battle lineup."

"Level three upward?"

"The third-class ships are 74, the second-class ships are 90 to 98, the first-class ships are 110 artillery pieces, and the main artillery cabin is 32 pounds. Of course, there are no first-class ships in the New World. The strongest combat power are the new third-class ships with the most artillery, and the largest hull is Sir Parker's flagship Duke of Wales."

Noya nodded as though she understood, making Lorraine laugh.

"Don't worry, mercenaries have the right to examine and select their own combat missions, and I will not let us be cannon fodder."

"Um!"

...

Although the seamen were divided into two groups, the combat effectiveness of the Golden Deer was not greatly affected, thanks to Bell's joining and the elite of the sailors.

The Golden Deer was in full craftsmanship for this voyage. There were 250 sailors on the ship, 20 were old men who followed Lorraine since the Butterfly Flower era, and 50 were elites selected from England, and drove the Golden Deer to conquer the high-latitude route of the Atlantic Ocean with high winds and waves.

Of the remaining 180 people, 106 have naval service experience, with a minimum service life of two years, and no record bad record. The last 74 people are strong and healthy young people, aged between 14 and 18, and are the most suitable interns.

This spindle-shaped structure, which takes into account trust, ability and motivation, is moderate and stable, and is full of old Leonard's style of dealing with things and is heavy and tough, which is deeply loved by Lorraine.

As for seafarers, they still hold multiple positions.

On the side of the ship, the newly joined Bell was highly valued. He was the main helmsman, taking into account the second mate, and was responsible for the command of the ship.

Henna was in charge of the work of Observation and the first mate, Noah and Daniel remained unchanged, and were still responsible for divination and medical treatment. Pierce lowered the casino and the kitchen, and Yacharin took charge of the third mate.

On the combat side, Yacharinsi cannon, Bell's rudder, Henna, Noyas's trooper, Pierce is the hunter, and Daniel is the logistics.

In addition, Lorraine overviews all the affairs on both sides and checks for omissions. Even if it is not easy to say, it can ensure sufficient smooth operation.

This is all thanks to Bell.

This lazy guy is not inferior to Lorraine in terms of skills, and comes from the lineage of Lorraine in terms of heritage. In the absence of manpower, he almost undertakes all the work of Henna and nearly half of the functions of Crane and Katerina. He shows an indispensable special appearance as soon as he gets on board, and it complements Lorraine.

His performance convinced Yacharin and Pierce, and also indirectly confirmed Lorraine's reason for attaching importance to him.

Henna is the only one who is worried about this.

Apart from Lorraine and Chuck, she knew the most about Bell's situation, because Lorraine would hardly hide anything from her.

Because of this, after the white ears were so irritated that after Noya carried it back to the cabin, Henna stood next to Lorraine again.

From the position of the bow of the ship, you can clearly see the light of Bell behind the rudder wheel...

"Lorraine."

"Um?"

"Call the trial records, can you hide them?"

Lorraine smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I don't care that Bell and Shaq Drake became enemies, but Bell seemed much more stubborn than him. If he knew about this, I wouldn't be sure he would react."

"But the paper can't hold the fire."

"It's impossible to cover it, so those papers are now in ashes." Lorraine scratched her nose, "There are three copies of the trial records in total, two copies have disappeared, and the remaining one will disappear before we return to New Orleans. Although the navy is corrupt, their execution has always been trustworthy."

"What if there are sequelae?"

"It's hard to repeat. Legally speaking, the original is worth overturning the case, and the clerk's archives can only be referenced. In other words, once three originals are burned, Bell is equivalent to being secretly pardoned."

"So, are you going to be when this never happened?"

"I will give Bell a chance to retaliate. When the revenge is effective, I may tell him to open this knot."

"Is this the best choice?"

"Nothing is the best..." Lorraine shook her head, "It's just to go with the flow. Shaq...what is that bastard thinking!"
Chapter completed!