Black Port is not a special reference, but a general term for a certain special type of port.

They often have no official names, and are referred to as Black Harbor, Black Market, Mirage, and fake towns. In the mouths of sailors, they are more called Hurlo.

Hurlo means prostitute.

Most of the Black Ports have the prosperous years of the past, which were later destroyed by natural disasters, or died by man-made disasters, or because they were not prosperous enough, they even had some unpleasant things that made those in power unhappy...

Anyway, they were abandoned.

Lose attention, lose investment, lose expectations...

They were becoming increasingly desolate like abandoned wives, and before they were completely ruined, they welcomed the attention of black market merchants, gangsters, pirates or enemy navy, thus gaining a distorted new life. In the midst of indulgence, they were waiting for the next despair that was destined to come.

It's like a down-and-out noble lady who has fallen into chaos.

This is the case with Black Harbor in Cherbourg.

In the setting sun, the Attis Beautiful Man jumped out of the sea level with his sails, slashed the waves, and entered the sea area of ​​Black Harbor.

There are dense reefs and rugged rocks here, with only a few hidden, winding and narrow channel less than fifteen meters wide pointed to the peaceful harbor surrounded by the two peaks in the distance.

Hundreds of years ago, when the sailing warship had not completely abandoned the flat bottom and escaped the power of the paddle, it was favored by the French for a long time with its excellent defensive shape and natural shelter.

At that time, her name was Cherbourg.

It was also from then on that the name Cherbourg was tied to the Strait Fleet of the Kingdom of France and became their resident.

The French invested a lot of manpower and material resources to build docks, docks, lighthouses and everything the army needed. Merchants also gathered here, and the port flourished for more than a century.

However, with the progress and development of the shipbuilding industry, the original prosperous waterway has gradually become a burden for the passage of large ships.

The military port first moved, building a new Cherbourg in the wider bay a hundred kilometers away, depriving her of her name.

Not long after, the merchant also gave up here.

It began to rot here.

The dock collapsed and the pier sank. It was not until a group of black market merchants settled in that she transformed into a black port and became an inseparable place under the nose of the French Strait fleet.

Even this is a secret supply point for the British Navy scout ship.

The agile and slender sixth-class ship can easily pass through the narrow waterway outside the port, and the black market merchants in the port regard generous British soldiers as top business partners.

The spy acquires intelligence from them, which is often much more accurate than the scouts themselves.

It is also because of this that Hurrow of Cherbourg was abruptly on the military chart of the Royal Navy, and Lorraine also learned from this that this led to the trip to Cherbourg under the Ortiz Beauty.

When approaching the reef area, Lorraine put away the sails and focused on the steering wheel.

The slightly fat hull of the Attis Beauty slid into the waterway composed of buoys by inertia, and elegantly turned over the huge S-bend, slowly moored into the dock, anchored, and docked along the high tide waves.

The bow of the boat leaned gently against the bank embankment, and as soon as it stopped, Lorraine heard a loud bang!

Lake passed by Lorraine like a fat storm, and flew away from the boat as if she was taking off the rabbit: "Dispair!"

The sound shakes the harbor!

The busy people on the dock looked over curiously as if they were looking at some Western scenery. Lorraine scratched her hair awkwardly, glanced at the stern cabin, and decided to go to the port area to hire two people to completely clean up the mess in the stern cabin.

He whistled, and lazily got off the boat with his backpack on his back.

This is the first time Lorraine has truly set foot on the land of Black Harbor.

Unlike normal ports, every inch of land in Black Harbor is full of chaos and dilapidation.

There are ruins beside the mansion, and there are yards beside the ruins. From time to time, you can see piles of garbage gathered on the roadside, with rotten wood, broken bricks, furniture, and even people living on the mountain.

Casinos, taverns, and brothels are scattered on both sides of the street, and various shacks are scattered indiscriminately, merging the straight road into twisting alleys.

The real alleys in the harbor are filled with another type of abandonment.

All kinds of domestic waste rotted between the houses, no one cared about, and the stench spread.

All of them are all...

Drunk, drunkard, drunkard, drunkard, drunkard, sober people rarely show their faces on the street. Even if there are gamblers who are naked, they are prostitutes who take off their clothes and slim down on the door.

Lorraine didn't know where to find a dock worker for a while.

He walked on the street in a daze, looking around in confusion, and finally saw a sober person in the edge of a tavern.

That should be a girl.

She was wearing a linen coat that was so dirty that she could not see the original color, and her body was tightly tight. Her slender fingers were exposed from the hem of the coat, brown, but unexpectedly clean.

She rummaged through the smelly garbage dump and searched with the ground, and soon she found a few fresh pieces of cod.

Just as she was about to stuff it into her mouth, she suddenly noticed someone was looking at her.

She raised her head vigilantly and showed her face to Lorraine, who was a few steps away.

Black hair, green eyes, big eyes.

Her skin is indeed brown, with short black hair exposed under the cap being thin and dense. Although her pointed chin looks thin, her face is not sick, and she has a healthy and clean blush.

Are North African angels in the garbage dump?

Lorraine laughed at her sudden thoughts and laughed out loud. The girl's body became tense, bared her teeth, stared at her eyes, and stood upright in a strange posture to protect the cod in front of her.

Like a frightened stray cat...

Am I that scary?

Lorraine was both strange and embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to touch her nose.

He lifted his hand and the girl's body relaxed again. Her thighs bent slightly, her upper body was lowered, and she was ready to go. Her big eyes narrowed, and threatening eyes burst out from her green eyes.

"I...isn't going to attack you..."

Lorraine was startled and quickly opened her hands, squatted down slowly, and put down her skin.

He said word by word: "I have no malice... Look, there is no weapon, and the sword on my waist is also lying in the sheath, very honest."

He showed his palms to the girl, and in order to express sincerity, he rolled up his sleeves with steady and slow movements and exposed his arms.

The girl probably felt Lorraine's sincerity and tentatively picked up the cod, her hand shrank into her coat.

She breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a slightly silly, slightly sandy voice: "Why do you want to laugh?"

"I just happened to think of something funny." Lorraine shrugged her shoulder apologetically, "If you misunderstand, I'm willing to apologize."

"Really?" She didn't believe it, "It's not because of fish?"

"Uh...If it weren't for the boat, I actually seldom eat fish."

"Then what are you eating?" the girl asked in confusion.

"Most of the time, eat bread." Lorraine slowly untied her skin, revealing the brick black bread inside, "Have you eaten bread?"

"Eat." The girl approached a step closer like a cat, stretched her neck and looked at it, and added, "I ate it not long ago."

"Do you still want to eat?"

The girl retracted and her ten fingers were deeply embedded in the garbage dump, her face full of vigilance.

Lorraine couldn't help but smile bitterly, broke off half of the bread and put it on the ground, then got up and retreated, and retreated to the entrance of the alley.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask you about something."

The girl stared at Lorraine motionlessly and asked, "What do you want?"

"Are you familiar with Black Harbor?"

"Part."

"I wonder where to find a sophisticated cleaner." Lorraine looked into her eyes. "My boat needs to be cleaned, and maybe some cargo needs to be moved."

The girl frowned and thought.

"The white ruins are the old Hanseatic tavern. He has the most capable workers in Black Harbor. Although it is a little more expensive, he is honest and has clean hands and feet."

After saying this, she quickly picked up the bread on the ground and turned around, and leaped into the deep alley, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"You can leave as soon as you say, at least tell me where the white ruins are..."

Lorraine was depressedly carrying her skin and swung her arms out of the alley.
Chapter completed!