“The raw material is… marinated roasted chicken breast.”

"Toast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, cream, strawberries...and bread and carrots."

"How to make... cut off the toast, coat with butter, put the bottom... put the lettuce and tomatoes, put the bread... The chicken breast and bacon should be stacked together, and cover with another slice of toast."

“Cut along the diagonal…!”

"Finally paste strawberries, sprinkle with shredded radish, and then insert fine wooden strips... The perfect Grandma Rowling's secret version of Royal Collection Sandwich, get it done!"

In the kitchen of the Yatis Beauty, Pierce carefully packed up the legacy recipes left to him by Grandma Rowling, put the sandwiches on plates, picked them up, and opened the hatch.

Today is a sunny day, with gentle sea breezes and gentle waves.

Lorraine was lying on the deck, comparing the huge sea charts around her to make drawings.

Pierce walked up with a sandwich and asked curiously: "Mr. Captain, isn't Hook's chart ready-made? Why do you want to re-draw it?"

"Because of precision." Lorraine added a smooth curve to the map, put down her pen, and looked at Pierce, "Hooker's chart provides us with twenty-four black port locations, covering Norway, Finland, the Netherlands, Prussia, Britain, France and Spain, with great value for money."

"But this set of pictures should be inherited or robbed. Because there are different handwritings on the annotation, and the base picture is very old. Judging from the coastline and signature, I guess it is a civil artwork from the Dutch Maritime Agency at the beginning of the 16th century."

"You even see this?" Pierce's eyes widened.

Lorraine smiled and took the meal plate: "In order to familiarize yourself with the evolution of the coastline, I have personally drawn a total of seventeen versions of the military strait map from the fourteenth to eighteenth centuries. Hook's set of strait maps also have them, so it can be roughly compared."

"Wow……"

Leaving on the picture and trying to find a different Pierce, Lorraine put down the plate, pinched up a sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sandwich tastes great.

Lettuce and tomato fully neutralize the greasyness, highlighting the aroma and saltiness of the chicken and bacon. The fresh cream is reflected in the toast, smooth and smooth, making the taste changeable and the aftertaste.

Lorraine chewed a few bites and praised: "Little Pierce, is Grandma Rowling's secret recipe again?"

"Yes." Pierce didn't raise his head, "Sir, what's the difference in the picture?"

"The most obvious change is Dunkirk, in the Calais Strait." Lorraine ate three large pieces in a row and touched her stomach, "Has she sent it to Henna?"

"Ms. Jesla is practicing flying knives, so I'm putting it in her cabin."

Lorraine nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly her face changed: "Wait, Bacon!"

Pierce stood up with a loud voice: "God! I'll come when I go!"

Seeing Little Pierce's embarrassing figure rushing into the stern cabin, Lorraine was chewing the sandwich, except for a bitter smile.

Three days after the auction, visiting Sir Frmy achieved good results, and Cron Scott had not yet come to install the harpoon.

Piddick told Ramos to hear news that Cron was handling the resignation procedures at Bell Dock. In other words, although the two have not met yet, the Piddick family has solved the biggest obstacle for Cron to board the ship for Lorraine.

And the gains from the auction...

Fork cannons, octagons, and charts, in order to purchase these three items, Lorraine paid a total of 615 pounds, 18 shillings and 10p, which is almost 616 pounds.

The after-tax income of tinware and spices is only 281 pounds.

In order to alleviate the financial pressure of the merchant group, Lorraine had to temporarily add a set of Doucai porcelain tea sets at the auction the next day after careful consideration.

This operation does not comply with the routine procedures of the auction, but considering the porcelain quality provided by Lorraine, Ramos traveled all nine auction guests overnight, except Lorraine, and obtained unanimous understanding and recognition.

The tea sets thus appeared on the stage of the auction, and on the morning of the next day, a bidding boom of no less than the Beautiful Fish was finally sold for 323 pounds after tax.

This money became Lorraine's life-saving straw.

With money in his hands, he made every effort in the afternoon, winning three bids at an average price of 1.5 pounds per barrel, buying a total of 150 barrels of third-class whiskey, refilling the bottom cabin of the Yatis Beauty.

After the entire transaction, he had nearly £160 left in his hand, which in most cases was enough to deal with the problems that merchant ships would face.

The next stop to Nordic destination has also been confirmed.

In the Boken Fjord in the Kingdom of Norway, there is an unknown black harbor near the fourth largest city of Stavanger. Hook also marked it with Stavanger.

It was a Viking black harbor, and Lorraine was full of expectations for the next meeting with her fellow countrymen.

In this way, everything is ready, and his only mission in Elgin is to recruit Cron...

Lorraine took a deep breath and picked up the protractor again. Before the longitude and longitude of a new port were calculated, Ramos's scream suddenly came from under the ship.

"Lorraine!"

After all, they are both young people, and both sides have had experience in serving in the Royal Navy. After a few days of getting along, Lorraine and Ramos have established a friendship that can be called by their name.

Ramos shouted under the boat: "Put down the board, see who I bring!"

Lorraine looked up in confusion and saw a tall and strong white-haired young man standing beside Ramos.

This person has a very high nose bridge, pale skin, deep eye sockets with a pair of amber eyeballs, thick eyebrows and sword eyes.

He was wearing a beige half-sleeved shirt and brown cotton pants, and a huge hammer half-height tied to his back. He was carrying a wide wooden box in his hand, with oil stains on the wooden box, but it gave people a strange feeling of cleanness and tidyness.

And he is very tall.

Ramos and Lorraine were about the same height, and were already more than 180 centimeters tall, but they were shorter beside him.

Looking at his thick arms, a name suddenly popped up in Lorraine's mind, Cron Scott.

A boatman apprentice who doesn't match his name, are you finally here?

Lorraine quickly put down the boat board.

The young man and Ramos strode on the ship and soon stood opposite Lorraine.

Ramos smiled and introduced: "Lorraine, this person is..."

"Viking?" Lorraine interrupted Ramos and asked with her head raised.

The young man grinned: "German, but my motherland is the Kingdom of Finland."

"No wonder... As far as I know, there are few people who are as tall as you, both Prussia and the Holy Roman Empire." Lorraine reached out and pinched the young man's cast iron arm, "and strong."

The young man bulged his biceps like a mountain in front of Lorraine: "There is no way, the boatman was originally working hard, not to mention that I am an excellent sailor."

“How great is it?”

"Unparalleled in the world."

Lorraine laughed and shook her head, and extended her hand to the young man: "Lorraine, Lorraine Yanason Drake."

"Cron Scott, a boatman's apprentice who no one wants." Cron stared proudly into Lorraine's eyes, "Captain, is there a shortage of people on your ship?"

"If you are talking about the master's level of sailors and the unparalleled sailor in the world, you are short of it."

With a bang, the two big hands held each other firmly together.

Lorraine smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Scott, you were admitted."
Chapter completed!