Everything at the Yatis Chamber of Commerce is in an orderly manner.

First of all, from the chart to the needle and thread used for sailing repairs, all kinds of navigation tools are prepared one by one. Lorraine is basically ordering and Lake pays for it.

Lake has no money, and the chart is the worst mimeograph of the bookstore. It has rough printing and blurry images. The ports along the strait are only marked with a limited number of seven or eight major ports.

But this is not a problem. Lorraine's graduation work at the sea school drawing class was the 1773 version of the Military Strait Map. Now with the coastline and longitude as references, it only took him a day and a half to improve the sea chart.

The second is the share of the Chamber of Commerce.

After removing the expenditure of one application, Lake's share capital was still thirty pounds. When joining the gang, Lorraine said she would use thirteen shillings to invest, but Lake confiscated it and instead invested it with technology, giving Lorraine 10% of its dry shares.

So Lorraine was promoted.

He is now a partner of the Chamber of Commerce and vice president.

Finally, and most importantly, the destination of the maiden voyage.

Lake found out from the broker that there was a batch of black porcelain in Cherbourg Black Port in France, which was good quality and cheap, and Lorraine's supplementary chart happened to have a location in the Black Port.

After a fierce discussion, the senior officials of the Chamber of Commerce made a unified decision and went to Cherbourg.

After seven days of preparation at the port, the Yatis Beauty was loaded with fresh vegetables from Plymouths and officially set sail on a clear breeze day.

Lorraine locked the rudder with a click, ran to the mainmast, and pulled the sail cable to swing the crossbar.

"Anchor!"

He shouted loudly, Lake, who was wearing a lifebuoy, turned the winch with all his might. The long iron chains rose to the water, and the sharp anchor hooks shone coldly under the rising sun.

Lorraine smiled and pulled off the turban, allowing the bright red square scarf to flutter in the wind.

"The wind is northeast and east, breeze, three festivals!"

He jumped down from the crossbar, threw away the sail cable, and untied the triangular bow sail with a sniff.

The bow sail was rising, and the Yatis beauty stepped on the waves, swaying slowly offshore.

Lorraine fixed the bow sail, ran back to the rudder position, raised her hand to release the snap, and held the handwheel tightly.

"Captain, order!"

Lake trembled with excitement, holding the winch, shouted to the sky: "Target Cherbourg! The Beauty of Artis! Set sail! Set sail!"

...

There is no land on the vast sea, and there are all kinds of blue, dark blue, and light blue. Occasionally, big fish jump out of the water and thump it, breaking blue.

The sky is also blue, blue and cloudless.

In the sun, a few seagulls were rattleing, flying leisurely, and their eyes reflected the scene of the sea.

There was a chubby Kirk-type merchant ship floating lazily on the sea, heading against the wind, flat and slow.

Lorraine sat at the bow of the ship with her legs bent, holding the crossbar of the bow sail with one hand, and holding a quill with the other hand, compass and writing and drawing on the notebook from time to time.

They have bad luck, and they have been headwinds these days.

The disadvantages of the Kirk-type are fully revealed in such weather. Lorraine does not use a cross sail, but only relies on the small triangular bow sail to maintain a basic speed of 0.5 to 1 knot.

In this state, it will take three more days to drive to Cherbourg...

It’s not a big problem to drive a few more days, but the boat is full of fresh vegetables. If you float to Cherbourg like this, wouldn’t the vegetables turn into wilted vegetables?

How can I make the boat faster?

Lorraine thought.

He was thinking intently, and a harsh and low voice suddenly came from his ears.

"vomit!"

The idea was interrupted, and Lorraine had no choice but to put down her pen and complain to Lake: "Sir, you've disturbed me."

Lake was sitting on the side of the mainmast with a large wooden barrel in his arms, his face as golden as paper.

He laughed slutty: "Little Lorraine, you have to get used to it. Young people only need to concentrate in a noisy environment before they can... vomit!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes and gently pulled the bow sail along the wind: "Didn't I give you any advice? If you go to the cabin, you will get dirty, and at least it won't dirty the deck."

"But in the cabin... utter... the cabin tastes bad and it shakes even harder. I think I might die... utter... utter... utter on the sea."

“Every sea school student knows that he will die at sea, which is not worth bragging about.”

"I swear to God that this is a curse...dish...curse, not a brag."

Lorraine shrugged and asked in confusion: "Sir, are you a cobbler or a good cobbler. I can't understand why you came on the boat?"

"Because...dish!"

After a lot of hardships, Lorraine finally asked the whole story before Lake died.

Lake is a good cobbler. As he said, the Artis tannery shop has survived for three generations in Plymouths and once became the industry standard for good leather in Devon.

However, the steam engine workshop appeared.

A large businessman bought three steam engines in Plymouth, replaced some manpower and opened a large tanning workshop.

Machine leather is indeed not as soft as the leather made of man-made nitrogen, but it is also soft enough and has a much cheaper cost.

The tanning shop of Lake's family was greatly impacted and the business was bleak. In order to maintain the operation, he owed a huge debt of fifty pounds in three years, only one step away from bankruptcy.

Just when he was worried, God opened a window for him.

His dear second cousin aunt reported to God, and left him a huge fortune in his will, the name of the Beauty of Attis.

The standard Kirk type cost is 500 pounds, the beauty name is half old, and the market price is about 300 pounds.

He faces two choices: selling the boat, saving the tannery shop, or selling the tannery shop, and striving for a different future in a brand new field.

Lake bravely chose the latter.

He paid the tannery shop to the steam workshop for twenty pounds, and mortgaged the ancestral property of the family from the gentleman, fifteen pounds.

He took the thirty-five pounds out of his comfort zone and came to the unfamiliar port of Soto. After a chance, he finally got together with Lorraine.

Hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help but smile bitterly: "So sir, you are rushing to take a gamble now. What if you lose all your money?"

"What should I do if I can... vomit...?" Lake wiped his mouth and gasped for a few breaths. "If I can't make money, I can only sell the beauty account. Pierce is still at home, I... vomit... I am a useless father, but I can't let the eight-year-old child sleep on the streets without food and clothing."

Lorraine scolded: "You actually have a son? Where is your wife?"

"Die...don't...don't die. Pierce and I depend on each other, and there is no third person in the family."

"You have at least a son." Lorraine walked over and patted Lake's back gently. "Even for him, you should adapt to life at sea. Trust me, this trip will not be lost."

His blessings fell, and a cool breeze suddenly blew from the sea.

He straightened up in surprise and pulled off his headscarf.

The bright red square scarf danced into an elf in the palm of his hand, clamoring in the strong wind.

Lorraine murmured: "The wind is southeast, the wind is level 5, the stroke?"

"vomit!"

Lorraine kicked the lifebuoy in annoyance.

Lake's fat body shook, and he looked up pitifully: "Little Lorraine, the boat seems... vomiting... and shaking even harder..."

“Because your God cheated again.”

“Eh?”

"Cheating, sir." Lorraine took a deep breath of the clear sea breeze. "If you can go to the cabin now and disgusted yourself, instead of being in the way here... you will see the coastline of Cherbourg!"

"Hey!"

Lake hurriedly dragged the wooden barrel toward the stern cabin. Taking advantage of this skill, Lorraine quickly put away the bow sail, untied the mainmast sail cable, exerted force, and raised the sail.

The huge square sail rose up and reached the top, and the drum was as full as the moon!
Chapter completed!