"Drip!Drip!"

"Run, run, guys!"

"You are glorious Plymouth Military Academy students, destined to be great! Destined to be extraordinary! Destined to die at sea! Destined!"

"Destined!"

"Long live Great Britain!"

"Long live our king!"

In the calm Plymouts Bay, a small Galen ship was parked on the sea. There were countless teenagers running hard on the deck, the sharp sound of flutes and shouts of all their might reach the sky.

This is the Heir of the Plymouth Naval School's training ship HMS, Captain Sir Billy Layton, a meritorious captain of the Royal Navy, and the most famous devil instructor in the Naval School.

Lorraine is his student...

The fifteen-year-old boy started training every day from morning to morning, ran around the deck, fought, climbed sails, slipped down from the cables of the observation deck, then jumped into the sea on the bowspike, qualified from the buoy five kilometers away, and then swam back.

After lunch, they have to start relatively relaxed shooting training, including gun control, cannon control, pushing heavy cannons to run back on the deck, jumping on the side, diving, and picking the dinner qualification on the iron ring of the anchor chain.

They could not rest after supper, as sailors on the boat, they had to scrub the deck, tie sailor knots for each cable, gather and repair the sails, even if the sails of the Heirs never blew holes.

Then can you sleep?

In theory, it's OK, as long as Sir Layton did not suffer from insomnia and did not dream of a fire on the ship.

Once he dreams, the young men have to pour water in the middle of the night on the clean and clean deck, and then wipe the water marks with the second half of the night to deal with the repetitive training the next day.

“The life of 007 is really much more fulfilling than 996…”

Standing on the high observation deck, Lorraine looked at the distant shadow of the British Islands with emotion, suddenly untied her scarf and wrapped herself in her palm, gritted her teeth, climbed the cable, and jumped down!

Wow!

Half an hour later, the wet Lorraine crawled back to the deck and slapped a slender sheepskin stick on Sir Layton with a snap.

The Jazz put down his pocket watch with disgust: "42 minutes and 16 seconds, little Drake, you were one minute slower than yesterday. Didn't you sleep well?"

"I wish you good luck, sir, the people on this ship have been sleeping for less than two hours for two consecutive days. If you continue to have nightmares tonight, I think I will probably die suddenly in the cabin."

"Don't think of me, ghost elves!" Jazz laughed, "Your classmates are still in the water, so you have half an hour to rest."

The sound of nature...

At first glance, Lorraine slammed her feet and beat her chest: "Thank you sir!"

"This is what you deserve, but you have to remember..."

"My target is not the classmates around me, the damn Razorna Nelson." Lorraine raised her hands behind her back, "Say the same words three times a day, sir, your insomnia should be cured."

...

Late at night, people are not quiet...

In the era of sailing battleships, the accommodation conditions of sailors have been poor.

Because the space of warships is limited, in order to save space, most of their bedrooms are arranged on the gun deck that closes the cannons.

Hundreds of hedgehogs gathered in the cramped cabin and were shooting on the floor, surrounded by tens of thousands of kilograms of cannons.

Once the jacking wheel on the gun mount slips or breaks due to the hull shaking, the consequence is...the accident.

However, it is precisely because of this that the top students are qualified to sleep on rope beds.

Just put the net to the hook and they can stand tall above the cannon, swaying and rest assured.

Lorraine's bed is a rope bed, and it is one end close to the muzzle and the other end connected to the outside of the cabin. Once you turn over, you can escape from the VIP seat.

He lay on the Internet with his arms pillowed, listening to all kinds of grinding teeth and snoring under him, and his eyes staring at the deep and dark night outside as hell as dark as hell.

Before I knew it, I had been fucking for six months.

The gunshots of Lexington arrived as scheduled.

In Virginia, in Massachusetts... throughout the east coast of North America, the future United States militia launched a fearless charge towards the British colonial garrison like a straitor. No matter how heavy the losses were, they could not see the intention to retreat.

In just a few months, nearly a hundred soldiers died in their country, and such huge losses finally made London alert.

A month and a half ago, the HMS Lion interrupted the sea trial and was officially delivered to the Royal Navy.

Alia rushed to Devon Harbor and announced her appointment the day after taking over the new flagship.

Based on the time the fleet left England, he probably had seen the coastline of Kingston at this moment.

The problem is that Lorraine still failed to convince him...

The atmosphere of several father-son gatherings at Devon Harbor was not good. Lorraine tried to ask for help from her brother Shak who was also serving in Devon Harbor. As a result, even Shak stood on the side of Alia.

On how to persuade a group of stubborn and loving English nobles...

Lorraine was helpless.

Even if the sea slaughter is about to end in another six months, even if he is about to obtain a formal position and become an outstanding officer of the Royal Navy, he is still under eighteen years old.

English law believes that every young man under the age of eighteen needs to be custodian, and every life decision requires the signature of his guardian, and resignation is precisely one of them.

So it is very likely that Lorraine had to serve in the army until she was eighteen years old, and she could not set off until she was legally adult and began to pursue the life she wanted.

It will take two more years...

As he murmured greetings over the laws of England, Lorraine turned over and prepared to go to bed.

He suddenly saw a shaking light on the sea, three long and one short.

Emergency communications from the sea schools?

He closed his eyes in confusion, fell asleep with questions in his mouth.

I don’t know how long I slept this time. Before the daylight was dawn, the third deputy called him up.

"Little Drake, get out of bed silently and report to the captain's office immediately."

"Jazz?"

For some reason, Lorraine thought of the emergency communication before going to bed...

"The Heir Assault Captain, Sergeant Military Academy student Lorraine Drake reported!"

"Enter."

"yes!"

Outside the towering stern cabin, Lorraine checked her outfit for the last time.

The legs were tightly tied, the buttons were firm, the headscarf and swords were used, and the outfit was fine, and there was no obvious wrinkle in the military uniform and shirt.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door and entered the cabin.

Sir Layton was sitting at his wine table with a frown, holding a pipe in his mouth, and a small cup of brandy and a roll of parchment wrapped in fire.

He gently exhaled the cigarette: "Little Drake, do you know why I asked you to come?"

Lorraine stood straight, without looking straight, and her voice was loud.

"The third deputy said nothing, so the student didn't know anything!"

Jazz nodded with satisfaction: "Guess."

"Students are soldiers, and soldiers have no guesses!"

The Jazz became more and more satisfied, and he smiled: "What did you observe?"

"Urgent communication, sir! The time is between 22:00 and 22:30 in the evening, because the shift was changed at that time, Judia greeted your mother when she woke up!"

This is not a report.

Lorraine's expression was very formal, and Sir Layton couldn't tell whether it was Judia who was scolding him or Lorraine who was scolding him.

Those who do not know will not blame the blame. If the jazz cannot determine the suspect, they can only not blame the blame.

He pushed the parchment scroll in front of him with his pipe: "Haishou's urgent letter, I'll ask you to read it."

"Yes! Sir!"

Lorraine snapped her legs and picked up the paper roll in the most straightforward movement. She first checked that the hot paint was intact, then held the roll in both hands and put it around her waist.

"Do you need students to read it out? Sir!"

"The sea school order, you can decide whether to tell me and how much to tell me."

"Yes! Sir!"

There are more and more doubts.

With many doubts, Lorraine gently removed the fire paint and unfolded the paper roll.

After a few breaths, he raised his head apologetically and his voice suddenly became low.

"Sir, I might have to get off the boat early..."

Sir Layton's brows frowned.

"Dropping off the boat early?" His voice was filled with unconcealed dissatisfaction. "Your masturbation is only six months away. If you disembark early, the grades in this subject will be invalidated and the official service will be delayed until the next year! Sergeant, I need a reason."

"My father...the Lion encountered a storm on his way to the New World, and his mainmast was broken. The New World Fleet Admiral, Lieutenant General Elia Drake... died for his country."

Lorraine's voice trembled slightly, and the scroll of paper in her hand unknowingly became a ball.
Chapter completed!