Plymouth, Royal Navy Executive Building, Devon Harbour.

The administrative building is the onshore office and command post of the Straits Fleet. The large Georgian-style building has white walls and blue roofs, and the rows of push windows are symmetrical and quiet.

On the west end of the third floor is the office of Drake's contemporary head of the family, the new captain of the HMS Lion, and Royal Navy Colonel Shaq Francis Drake.

He was sitting upright behind his desk, listening to his helmsman Bell Judia's report on his work expressionlessly.

"On October 4, the first fleet of the Drake Chamber of Commerce launched a privateer to the transshipment ships under the Furke-Anjou Chamber of Commerce in the Cantabrian waters, facing the sea west of the island, and the news has been confirmed."

"When cleaning the battlefield, they were intercepted by the French Desay Chamber of Commerce destroyer Reindeer, butterfly flower fought, and Cattail flower escaped, news confirmed."

"On October 9, the Reindeer returned to Port in La Rocelli, and Viren Desai claimed that the Butterfly Flower was sunk on the western edge of the Celtic Sea, and no crew members on the ship survived, and the news was not confirmed."

"But..." Bell carefully glanced at his boss, "The battle between the two sides was on the 4th, the Reindeer returned to Hong Kong on the 9th, and today was on the 22nd. Ramos Piddick confirmed that the Butterfly Flower had hit at least three shots when he fled west. Drake has not appeared so far, so it is very likely..."

"Willan Desai, who is it?" Shaq asked suddenly.

"Report to the captain, Virgin Desai is the vice president of the French Desai Chamber of Commerce, the admiral of the First Fleet, and the captain of the Reindeer!"

"He claimed...sinked my stupid brother?"

“Yes…yes!”

Shaq looked at a document from his desk without any joy and anger. He looked at it for a while: "Three days later, the Lion has a cruise mission, our target is in the North Sea, and the cruise area of ​​the Spartan Guard is in the Celtic Sea... I asked Colonel Bro for me, and I wanted to have afternoon tea with him."

Bell blinked: "Captain, the commander asked us to restrain ourselves and not take the initiative to provoke the war with France, you..."

"The Lion never violates the opinions of the headquarters." Shaq played with his fingers, "But you have to know that the Lion has just been formed and the officers who were originally Wandering. I only brought a few people, including you."

"The new team always has a running-in period, and it is acceptable to deviate from the route. If you happen to wipe out a few arrogant pirates in this accident, it should be regarded as a surprise..."

"Your opinions are always pertinent." Bell shrugged helplessly, "Captain, you know that when I was studying under Sir Layton, I was a rare friend of Drake. I wanted to ask him a question..."

"Why expel him from the house?"

"yes."

Shaq was silent for a while, opened the window and looked at the Devin Harbor in the distance.

"I'm not a father."

When Baker heard such an opening remark, he couldn't help but frown.

"My father has outstanding military achievements, a prominent reputation, and is deeply trusted by His Majesty. The entire English aristocratic circle knew that he would one day become the Minister of the Navy and perhaps the Prime Minister, so he had the ability to protect Lorraine and the disgusting woman."

"But I can't." Shaq laughed at himself, "I am just an incompetent person from the darkness of my cute father. When I was in the sea school, I killed the heirs of the noble family in duels. It was all due to my father's reputation that I could barely stay in the army and become a tool for His Majesty to make up for his debts to his father."

"I can't protect Lorraine."

"He is proud and does not need to bear the cold eyes and ridicule of the nobles because of this useless brother. I can give him what he wants, including privateer certificates and self-esteem."

Bell didn't understand Shaq's thoughts at all: "If you have this kind of thought, you can explain it to Drake..."

"Why?" Shaq suddenly interrupted, his eyes burning, "Lorraine is my younger brother, the disgusting pagan woman who made him unable to become a perfect nobleman, and I hate her."

"Mrs. Yarnson..."

"Before I went to see Lorraine, I went to see her tombstone. If I had felt a little guilty before, I would never have it again after seeing the epitaph." Shaq's voice was cold, which made people shudder, "It was her who guided Lorraine to betray her. In order to punish her, I could lose everything."

"Go to invite Colonel Bro, this time I hope the sooner the better."

Bell knew the conversation was over, and he sighed and saluted his legs: "Yes! Captain!"

He was about to execute Shaq's order, and the door of the office was suddenly pushed open: "Captain, Port Sail..."

"Sergeant Amani, what about your rules?" Shaq stood straight, looking at the new sailor who entered the door dissatisfiedly, "Go out and report again!"

"yes!"

The sailor hurriedly saluted and withdrew. After a while, the door of the office knocked gently: "Report! Sergeant's mainmast sailor, Chief Amani, asked for a visit!"

"Enter."

After finishing the dress, Sergeant Amani stepped in, saluted Shaq first, then turned around, and saluted Bell solemnly.

"Captain, captain, scout in Port Sail, returns. At 10:12 this morning, a fleet of Brigentine and Brig sailed into Port Sail's Pirea Dock. It is true that the two guards were armed merchant ships of the Drake Chamber of Commerce, namely the Butterfly Flower and the Macaw, and the Chamber of Commerce President Mr. Lorraine Yarnson Drake...well safe!"

"It's true... have you been going up and asking?" Shaq couldn't see any joy on his face, as if he was not at all concerned.

Bell smiled bitterly and coughed twice: "Captain, when you asked me to arrange someone to take care of Mingang, I chose the old man on Wandering. They all know the importance of it."

Shaq breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat back on his seat and said solemnly: "Sergeant Amani, we must adjust our defenses to the New World. The training on the ship has been relaxed in the past few days. All onshore sailors must be on board and assemble in two days. All leave will be cancelled!"

Two days later...

Sergeant Amani understood it and stood at attention with excitement: "Yes! Sir! You must pass your orders into the ears of every sailor!"

"Go and do your business."

"Yes! Sir!"

Sergeant Amani retreated, and Bell squinted his eyes and secretly made a strange look: "Captain, your afternoon tea with Colonel Bro..."

"Captain Judia." Shaq slowly sorted out the documents on the table and flipped out the chart album. "I'm very busy. I haven't had afternoon tea for many days, and I don't plan to waste these precious things in the short term to familiarize myself with the charts of the new defense zone."

Bell had such an expression on his face and pursed his lips: "I understand."

"By the way, I heard that your sister went to church school. Is her family short of money?"

"You... plan to sponsor me?"

"The military supplies have a batch of long spears, about 40. Because the Lion is about to be adjusted for defense, it has not yet entered the inventory process. Those lawless privateers will probably pay a good price for them."

"Are you worried?"

"Lorraine has been unable to suffer any losses since she was a child, and she has a very bad temper. This time she is there..." Shaq frowned.

Bell quickly whispered: "Velum Desai."

"Velum Desai." Shak nodded, "He suffered a great loss at Velum Desai's hands and would definitely not give up. The destroyer is already his prey, and he has no other way except to take the board."
Chapter completed!