Late at night, the sea surface 26 kilometers east of the mouth of Chesapeake Bay...

On the Jackdaw's rudder, Bell carefully re-checked the weather mark, straightened the compass on the side of the handwheel, and then stood in front of the handwheel to pose as he took the helm to ensure that the weather mark, compass and sail surface could stay within his sight.

Everything is ready.

Lorraine glanced at the wind flag that was turning happily and casually said: "I still prefer to watch the wind with a turban, because once the boat gets up, the rooster swaying left and right will always give me an unrealistic feeling, making me want to smash it."

"That's why the jazz said you were wasting your talent."

Bell squatted down to check the knot, not only the fixed rope that was about to save his life, but also the rear mast that would rush around the top of his forehead in a while.

"The assault distance of more than 20 kilometers is wider than the bay entrance that is about to be broken through. The coastline is outside the sight range for a long time, and it is still night sailing. Even if I was at the helm myself, this is the first time I have experienced it in my life..."

"You can organize it and show it to Miss Orphee."

"Come on, she doesn't understand."

Lorraine shrugged: "So I will never fall in love with a land duck in the future."

"You?" Bell smiled contemptuously, "Only you think you still have the right to choose."

"Um?"

"It's okay." Bell saw the dancing chicken, "The wind is messy."

The Jackdaw raised the sail.

First there was the towering main sail in the middle, followed by the wide rear sail. The sail operators controlled the sail surface and walked the opposite way, trying not to let the Jackdaw get overly affected.

But even so, the Jackdaw floated faster, gradually surpassing the current, and the waves were rising on the bow.

Lorraine stood behind Bell, on the top deck at the stern, holding the railing tightly with her hands.

"The main mast looks at Henna, the front mast looks at Pierce, the main sailing Crane, and the rear sailing king. The bow gun door is opened, and Yacharin is in place. The front deck commander Caterina, and the rear deck commander Bell is in place. The two side gun doors are ready for battle, the front mast, and the sail is raised!"

"The frontmast raises the sail!" Caterina ordered loudly, and the clear female voice was particularly obvious in the night sky, reaching the sky.

The only cross sail of the Jackdaw rose, with a mast 26 meters high and four independent cross sails, from bottom to top, from big to small.

Hanging in mid-air, the sail between the foremast and the main mast is loosened by sailors hanging on the cable, and the bow sail cable connecting the foremast and the bowstrip also opens the bow sail.

The snow-white sail surfaces swelled in the wind, and the main mast and the rear mast sailors worked together to drag the sail truss and pull the sail.

Full sail!

Lorraine suddenly felt a powerful force pushing backwards, and the Jackdaw rushed forward. As soon as Pu started, the speed quickly rose from a floating state of less than 0.5 to nearly 6 knots, and continued to improve, improve!

"The heading is straight west, the wind speed is level 4, the Jackdaw, the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay...breaks into!"

Bell stared at the compass, clasped the handwheel with both hands, locked the wind mark with his afterglow, caught the slight tremor of the wind chicken on the hulala wind cup, and rhythmically adjusted the direction of the ship's advance at a very small angle.

Jackdaw is almost always at the best wind cutting angle, and the entire navigation trajectory is an uneven fold line, rather than a straight line or arc that looks beautiful and straight.

It seemed like a longer voyage, but actually higher efficiency. Lorraine had already reached the bow and handed over the command of the entire rear deck to Bell.

Bell did not disappoint. With the cooperation of Karen and Wang Ye, the two sails and the rudder combined into a moderately relaxed whole. With the guidance of the two watch and rudder front wheels, the Jackdaw pushed the maximum speed under existing sailing and wind conditions in less than 10 minutes without deviating from the course. 9 knots!

The front deck temporarily entered a relatively stable period of excess. Katerina felt the wind and looked back at the rear deck in shock.

"Captain, where did you pick up the monsters... Are our helmsmen the wind's child?"

"The sea breeze is the divine realm that Niold takes office, and Niold is my faith..." Lorraine slammed her mouth speechlessly, "Catrina, don't you think what you said just now is a bit rude?"

"I don't think, because your god obviously prefers Mr. Helmsman to you."

Lorraine decided not to have a good understanding of women, even if that woman was a female knight.

He raised his arm and pointed at the dark sea.

"Bell was originally Shaq Drake's flagship helmsman. Although he was unable to step into the Long Beach in Bermuda due to various accidents, based on his understanding of Shaq, he still believes that we will encounter a blockade formation at the entrance of the bay."

"It just so happened that the Earl of Galves's intelligence also mentioned the blockade formation. The Lion, the Conqueror and the End of the End take turns as flagships, with two subordinate ships, one is an ordinary fifth-class ship, and the other is generally a Baltimore Brig, which is the type of warship frigate with a winged sail and a maximum speed of 12 knots."

"We can't know in advance where they would set the blockade line, but fortunately the entrance of the bay is wide enough, even if it's only two kilometers, we can try to avoid the terrible third-class ships and firepower that surpass our destroyers."

"The only trouble is that military high-speed ship, we will die miserably once we get pestered by her."

Katerina couldn't see any joy and anger on her face. She whispered: "Escape is the pirate's specialty. Although the maximum speed is only 0.5 knots away, I will let her know what is the difference between a high-speed military ship and a high-speed raider."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

...

Breaking in! Breaking in!

An hour and a half later, the windy Jackdaw finally crossed 26 kilometers from the starting point to the entrance of the bay, and approached the wide Chesapeake Bay from near the center line.

In order to hide his whereabouts, there were no lights on the ship, and all the sailors ran and moved under the moonlight.

But today's moonlight is bright, and the visibility on the sea is barely reaching three kilometers.

The good lighting conditions gave Jackdaw more room for avoidance, and on the other hand, it also increased the possibility of her being discovered and raised the risk of encounter.

Good fortune is the basis of misfortune. Before the official breakthrough of the blockade formation, no one on the ship dares to take it lightly.

Routine notification.

“Northwest, 12 km from Cape Charles!”

"Southwest, 11 km from Henry Point!"

Pierce and Henna heard the voices from the top of her head one after another. Lorraine used a compass to pull out two arcs on the chart. The intersection of the arcs was close to the entrance of the bay.

He held his cheek and guessed the location of the blockade fleet, and by the way, he also guessed the flagship of the formation and the possibility of encountering the Lion.

This may sound a bit ridiculous.

Once the fleet is large enough, administrative affairs that require the admiral to decide by himself will surge. The admiral of the large fleet will often reduce or even give up daily navigation tasks, freeing up time to deal with chores.

Running around major stations like Sir Parker, the working state of flagships operating independently is the normal pace of British admirals.

But Lorraine knew that Shaq was never good at dealing with matters.

Whether it is a document or social interaction, his desire to control everything regardless of occasion will always mess up everything. Only when he is on the boat can he feel comfortable for a moment.

Even many years ago, when he was transferred to the logistics department during his promotion, he often ran to other people's boats to occupy the nest on the grounds of checking the consumption of materials.

The captains handed the complaint letter to their homes, and Elia had to transfer him back to the field to barely calm the public's anger and satisfy Shaq's wish.

Therefore, people like Shaq will never give up patrol missions. No matter how busy the chores or the tight schedule, he will stay on the ship when the Lion sets sail, commanding a small team that is visible to the naked eye, looking forward to a moment of joy to kill his opponent.

"I'm looking forward to it too, Shaq... If you can cut off your head, you won't have to worry about those boring things anymore..." Lorraine smiled self-deprecatingly.

This wish is impossible to achieve.

Not to mention that the Jackdaw did not have the ability to board the Lion, even if he had made a plan in full, from the perspective of the Chamber of Commerce, Lorraine had to avoid head-on confrontation with the Royal Navy as much as possible.

Fighting is a hotbed of hatred. Once hatred is solidified, Edward Kenway will become a time bomb in the arms of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, and one day it will blow Lorraine and his Chamber of Commerce to pieces.

"It's really a boring delusion..."

Lorraine shook her head, trying to throw away those unrealistic distractions, and suddenly she heard Henna's shouting.

"The ship's lights 7 kilometers northwest, at 10 o'clock, relative speed of 3.5!"

7 kilometers? Ten o'clock?

Lorraine suddenly woke up and marked the chart with the fastest speed.

A semicircle is centered on the intersection of the two arcs just now, covering the entire bay mouth and part of the bay. There is a dazzling cross at the center of the circle at 10 o'clock. It is not from the blockade formation that cannot be predicted, but from the pure black circle trajectory...

"Hao! Is the No. 6 patrol formation? I'm so lucky!"

Lorraine pushed the chart away in depression and rose up.

In the current situation, if you continue to break through the center line, you will be swaggering across the front of the No. 6 formation at a very close distance.

This behavior is equivalent to provocation and will inevitably cause the No. 6 formation to rebound.

It is not that Jackdaw cannot get rid of them, but that in the absence of the blockade formation position, this will greatly increase the risk of being attacked.

It is certain to avoid it, and you cannot go to Cape Charles in the north. The only option is Cape Henry in the south.

only……

Lorraine suddenly became irritated.
Chapter completed!