0711 Human face, animal heart
Tuxbury Rock, a smooth peak hanging from the outsea.
It stands on the northwest sea of Outer Just Island, as one of the boundaries between the Bay of Massachusetts and the North Atlantic Ocean, and is more than ten kilometers away from the cape northwest of the island, deviating from the route and deviating from the field of view.
Its location is so remote that ships traveling south and north will never circumvent the back of the island, like the shadow of the moon, for a long time just a pure geographical concept.
And today the back of the moon welcomes visitors.
There is a huge and high-spirited warship quietly anchored beside the only rocky beach on the back of the island.
It is 54.4 meters long, 15.7 meters wide, 46 meters high, 1,750 tons of drainage, and a standard crew of 500 people.
Its ship adopts a fully-covered double-layer combat artillery cabin design, with a lower ship-based 32-pound long-range 30 doors, an upper ship-based 18-pound long-range 32-pound long-range 32-bottom stern gun, a double-layer stern gun, a double-layer 18-pound short-range 8 doors, a double-layer bow gun, and a 4-pound medium-range 18-pound medium-range 4 doors.
This set of dominant data once belonged to the milestone design in the history of the Galen-type fully equipped three-masted sailing warship, the prototype of all 70-goal-level main battleships in the world, and the 1770-goal-level 74-goal-level battleships.
Now this honor has a sharer, which is the battleship-class pirate ship that is unique in human history, the canaan ritual holy weapon, and the pirate king ship, the Bloody Red Crown.
In order to build such a warship in fourteen months, Canaan Li used almost all the connections and means they had accumulated over a hundred years.
Spare parts from about six French naval docks were stolen, and orders for at least two planned new ships were forced to be postponed or cancelled due to insufficient ship materials.
More than fourteen masters who had experience in manufacturing battleships were kidnapped and abducted. They were locked in secret docks and were brutally killed after the Bloody Red Crown completed all sea tests.
Theft of ships is the most complicated.
With the chaotic status of the French Navy, at least 100 thirty-two-pound cannons and countless supporting shells flowed into the black market under the manipulation of Canaan Legion members, and then agents competed for purchases from the market until the ships needed for the Bloody Red Crown were prepared, and this crazy reselling of military capital was terminated.
The efforts of hundreds of people and nearly 150,000 pounds of investment finally gave birth to the most exquisite and balanced third-class ship in the world. Arthas was her steward. This was the last decision Stephen Gillard, the Lord of Canaan Leslie, made the last regretful decision in his life.
When the night wind blew, Arthas and Susan Morgan stood on the side of the boat. Arthas stood upright as if he were pineapped. Susan leaned against his chest and gently stroked his slightly bulging belly with both hands.
"Baby, William, your dad is about to set sail. My brother will hang a bloody sail like an emperor and use the most powerful ship in the world to kill everyone who hurts our mother and son."
"Is it okay to pray for Dad? Use your little hands to pray to God, praying that Dad will win the flag. God will definitely listen to you..."
The child moved.
The clear touch was transmitted from the skin to the palm of the hand, and Susan raised her head in surprise, emitting the glory of maternal love throughout her body.
"He moved, brother! William is really praying for you. Do you want to touch it? Is it okay to touch it?"
Arthas twitched his fingers for a moment, resisting the urge to wiping away, and slowly stretching out his hand.
The fetal movement has passed prematurely.
Susan's face suddenly became cold. She took off Alsace's hand with a snap, took a step back, raised her hand and slapped her face.
Bang!
Arthas tilted his face, motionless and silent.
Time flies away minute by minute, taking away the indifference and disgust on Susan's face little by little, leaving only love and reluctance, directing hands, tremblingly touching Alsaston's red face.
"I'm sorry, brother... you keep thinking about that humble servant in your heart, I can't help it... My father has given you to me... You are mine..."
"Captain, give the order." Arthas whispered.
"Order?" Susan blinked in confusion, "Yes, order...is there only orders among us?"
"The tradition of the Morgan family, the emperor's last words, the instructions of the former patriarch, and your orders..."
Bang!
Another loud slap, Alsace's face was coming, his eyes were looking straight at Gujing Bubo.
Susan's expression became serious, and she no longer saw the previous joy and anger and madness she had before, and she was calm and as sharp as a sword.
"The mechanism is all done, my brother." She bit the sound, so that every byte will not be swallowed by the sea breeze. "Lorraine Drake is the most powerful enemy the Morgan family has encountered in a century. He is stronger than the first generation of Blackbeard and the first generation of Black Barons, and no one can defeat it."
"We have paid everything we can for today's opportunity, paid the pirate empire, paid the Canaanite gift, and the auction of the sheltered villa."
"We have nothing to pay for. Today is the last sword. You must not only pierce Lorraine Drake's chest, but also Shaq Drake's."
"People think that this pair of brothers is like a enemy, but the experience two years ago has told us that everything is fake. The Drake brothers have a very good relationship. If the pirates kill Lorraine, Drake, Shaq Drake, will avenge their brother at any cost."
"He could be the helm of the Royal British Navy at any time. The new pirate empire needs care and we cannot let a leader with a grudge against us survive."
"One blow and two lives, remember, this is your only chance, and it is also the only chance for the Pirate Empire, Canaan Li and Morgan to continue to control the Caribbean. Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!"
Arthas lowered his head deeply, as if surrendering to Susan until he lowered his gaze.
"Yes, Master Clan."
...
Lorraine penetrated into the sea like a fish, with her eyes open, and her transparent compound eyelids protected her eyeballs like a membrane, separating the sea water and seeing without any obstacles.
But even in this way, the underwater view was still very bad. There was not enough light to illuminate the distance, and all he could see was only two or three meters away.
Fortunately, the whaler is the son of the sea. Under the water, he can never rely on his eyes.
Various sounds came into his ears along the sea water, with waves slashing the hulls and the pillars of the boardwalk, debris hitting the shores of the docks, and the sound of chopping and chiseling and the sound of breathing of bubbles.
Direction at 8 o'clock, distance of 10 meters, 1, 2, 3, 4...6 people.
Lorraine clenched the knife in her hand.
The knife is Shaq's. Compared with Lorraine's own Finnish double knife, this set of knife is nearly 40 cm shorter and weighs only about half the weight.
But after all, they are knife sets prepared for Drake's sword technique. They have a wide back, a thin and straight blade body, a specially extended grip and a deliberately adjusted center of gravity.
This is definitely not the most suitable sword for Lorraine, but compared with the etiquette of the body with the sword and the sailor's sword in the hands of the sailor, this set of swords is undoubtedly the most capable weapon to exert Lorraine's strength at the moment.
Lorraine slowly spits out the air from her lungs, only a little bit, so that her chest no longer tense
He opened his mouth and bit the long knife with his left hand, tightened his right arm, and paddled with one hand, rushing towards the direction of the sound like an arrow.
The distance of ten meters is not as far as possible. After only a few times of water, he saw the first water ghost.
The man was naked, pinching the chisel with one hand, holding a huge balloon with his other hand, and was spitting out bubbles with his mouth.
Lorraine leaned up silently, and as soon as she spread her right arm, she put the knife into his chest.
The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he struggled desperately to spit out a few mouthfuls of thick blood, but he lost his vitality in just a while.
Lorraine was not in a hurry to draw the knife.
He is still three to four meters away from the rudder, and there are two people in his field of vision, one is breathing and the other is chiseling the rudder, and no one has noticed him yet.
Even if an ordinary person opens his eyes, he cannot distinguish things underwater like him. There is little difference between living people and newly dead people, and there is no obvious difference between the dirty blood and the sea water at night...
Lorraine thought for a while and immediately swam forward with her first prey, swam two meters away, and pushed hard.
The corpse floated towards the ventilated water ghost, Lorraine sank down and took off the knife from her mouth, touching the bottom...repulsing!
He shouted and rushed to a height of four or five meters. His two swords swirled away like airflow, cutting the necks of the two of them one second apart.
Large bubbles of bubbles spewed out from the incision, and the unlucky water ghost covered his neck. Lorraine was already rushing to the fourth person in her sight with the water.
Puff!
Lorraine was not sure whether he was auditory hallucinating or really heard the sound. He could indeed hear a lot of things underwater, but would the sound of the sharp blade passing through his chest be the same as on land? Lorraine didn't know and didn't care.
He lifted his foot and kicked away the fourth corpse, narrowed his eyes and aimed at the fifth target.
Dong!
The familiar voice came back, far more powerful than other water ghosts.
Compared with that sound, the previous messy sound of chiseling the rudder pole was simply not even a noise.
Lorraine turned her head along the sound.
He saw a male beast at the end of his vision, with long hair and scars covered with scars.
He held a big axe that was as tall as a man in his hand. The sharp axe blade flashed with cold light, and as he slashed the boiling water, revealing a pair of bright red eyes in front of Lorraine.
Berserker?
The axe blade slashed on the rudder pole, making another loud noise. Lorraine clearly saw the huge gap in the rudder pole, and had no time to think about it. She tightened her arms and hit the beast's waist.
The beast was pushed away by inertia and lost its balance for a moment. Lorraine seized the opportunity and stuck it on her, waved her swords and pulled her throat straight into her throat.
bite……
This time it was undoubtedly auditory hallucination. Lorraine's knife was held by the metal axe handle, and Lorraine and the beast were facing each other's eyes.
Bonet?
boom!
A huge roar suddenly exploded, and the turbulent water flow dispersed Lorraine and her opponent like a flood that broke into the dam, crashing heavily into the pillars of the plank road.
Lorraine let out a big mouthful of bubbles, and in a trance saw a cable hanging from a heavy object falling down from the water, and she also heard the crisp sound of the iron chain sinking.
The boat is leaving?
Lorraine tried desperately to rotate her dizzy brain.
The water ghost is Bonnet! That guy is here! Damn, where is that guy?
A suffocation came.
A huge hand stretched out from the void, pressing against Lorraine's chest and pinching Lorraine's neck.
He resisted the urge to grab the cable, straightened his body, and searched around with the fire on the water surface.
He soon found the beast with the avatar that looked like Bonett.
With the explosion, it had thrown away the exaggerated long axe and was swimming in the distance with the hair of the last water ghost, and had swam more than 30 meters.
Gulululululululu...
Lorraine spitted out the last air from her lungs, bit the long knife, and grabbed the falling cable.
Hurry!
Chapter completed!