Chapter 3

"Drop! Drop!"

"Run, run, boys!"

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

"Doomed!"

"Long live Great Britain!"

"Long live our king!"

In the calm Plymouth Bay, a small Gallen stopped at sea. There were countless teenagers running hard on the deck. The sharp flute and all-out cry went straight into the sky.

This is the training ship HMS successor of Plymouth Naval School, Captain Sir Billy Leighton, captain of the Royal Navy, and the most famous devil instructor of the Naval School.

Lorraine is his student

A 15-year-old boy starts training every morning, runs around the deck, fights, climbs the sail, slides down from the cable of the observation tower, then jumps into the sea on the bow inclined mast, obtains lunch qualification from the buoy five kilometers away, and then swims back.

After lunch, they will start relatively relaxed shooting training, including gun and gun operation, pushing heavy artillery back and forth on the deck, jumping off the side, diving, and picking dinner on the iron ring of the anchor chain.

After dinner, they couldn't rest. As sailors on the ship, they had to scrub the deck, tie every cable, close and repair the sails, even if the sails of the successor never broke holes.

Then you can sleep?

In theory, it's OK, as long as Sir Leighton doesn't have insomnia and dream of a fire on the ship.

Once he dreamed of it, the boys had to pour water on the clean and spotless deck in the middle of the night, and then wipe off the water marks in the middle of the night to cope with the repeated training the next day.

"007's life is much richer than 996..."

Standing on the high lookout platform, Lorraine looked at the distant shadow of the British island with emotion, suddenly took off his headscarf, wrapped his palm, gritted his teeth, grabbed the cable and jumped down!

WOW!

Half an hour later, the wet Lorraine staggered back to the nail plate and slapped a slender sheepskin strip on Sir Leighton.

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

"Thanks to you, sir, the people on this ship have been sleeping less than two hours for two days. If you continue to have nightmares tonight, I think I may die suddenly in the cabin."

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

Sounds of nature

At first hearing the sound of heaven, Lorraine snapped and beat his feet on his chest: "thank you, sir!"

"You deserve it, but you should remember..."

"My goal is not the students around me, it's the damn Horatio Nelson." Lorraine raised his hand behind his back. "Say the same thing three times a day, sir. Your insomnia should be cured."

……

Late at night, people are not quiet

In the era of sail 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 with guns closed.

Hundreds of people gathered in the cramped cabin, laying on the floor, surrounded by tens of thousands of kilograms of artillery.

Once the jamming wheel on the gun rack slips or breaks due to the shaking of the ship, the consequence... Is an accident.

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

Just put the net on the hook, and they can perch on the human gun, stagger and rest assured.

Lorraine's bed is a rope bed, and one end is close to the muzzle and the other end is connected outside the cabin. As soon as he turns over, he can escape from the VIP seat of Shengtian.

He lay on the Internet with his arms on his back, listening to all kinds of molars and snores under his body, and staring at the dark night outside through the small gun porthole.

Unknowingly, Sea exercises have been going on for the past six months.

The gunfire from Lexington came as promised.

In Virginia, in Massachusetts... On the east coast of North America, the future United National soldiers launched a fearless charge against the British colonial garrison like scattered soldiers. Even if the losses were heavy, they could not see the intention to retreat.

In just a few months, nearly 100 soldiers died. Such a huge loss finally alerted London.

A month and a half ago, the HMS lion interrupted its sea trial and officially delivered it to the Royal Navy.

Elia rushed to port Devon and announced her appointment the day after taking over the new flagship.

According to the time when the fleet left England, he probably saw Kingston's coastline by now.

The problem is that Lorraine still failed to convince him

The atmosphere of several father son gatherings in Devon port was not good. Lorraine tried to ask his brother shack, who served in Devon port, for help. As a result, even shack stood on Elia's side.

On how to persuade a group of stubborn English nobles who love you

Lorraine was helpless.

Even if the sea exercise is about to end in six months, even if he is about to get a formal position and become an excellent officer of the Royal Navy, he is still under the age of 18.

English law holds that every young person under the age of 18 needs to be supervised, and every life decision needs the signature of the guardian. Resignation is just one of them.

So it is very likely that Lorraine will have to serve in the army until he is 18 years old. He can't leave until he reaches adulthood and start chasing the life he wants.

Two more years

After saying hello to the laws of England, Lorraine turned over and prepared to go to bed.

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

Sea School Emergency Communication?

He closed his eyes suspiciously and fell asleep with doubt.

I don't know how long I slept. Before dawn, the third mate called him up.

"Little Drake, get out of bed in silence and report to the captain's room immediately."

"Jazz?"

I don't know why, Lorraine thought of the emergency communication before going to bed

"Captain of the successor assault, Sergeant academy student Lorraine Drake, report!"

"Enter."

"Yes!"

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

The leggings are tied tightly, the buttons are solid, the headscarf and sword are equipped, there is no problem with the clothes on the body, and there is no obvious wrinkle in the military uniform and shirt.

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

Sir Leighton was sitting at his little wine table with a frown, a pipe in his mouth, a small half cup of brandy and a roll of parchment sealed with fire paint in front of him.

He puffed out his cigarette gently. "Do you know why I called you, little Drake?"

Lorraine stood upright, his eyes fixed, his voice high.

"The third mate didn't say anything, so the students don't know anything!"

The Jazz nodded with satisfaction: "guess."

"Students are soldiers, soldiers have no guess!"

The Jazz became more and more satisfied. He smiled, "what did you observe?"

"Emergency communication, sir! The time is between 22:00 p.m. and 22:30 p.m. because it happened to be a shift change at that time. Judea greeted your mother when she got up!"

This is not a small report.

Lorraine's expression was so formal that Sir Leighton could not tell whether Judea was scolding him or Lorraine was scolding him.

Those who don't know don't blame. If Jazz can't determine the suspect, he can only not blame.

He pushed the parchment paper roll in front of him with his pipe: "the urgent letter from Haixiao asked you to read it."

"Yes, sir!"

Lorraine snapped his legs and picked up the paper roll with the simplest action. First check that the fire paint is intact, then hold the roll with both hands and put it in his waist.

"Do you need students to read it out, sir?"

"Sea School orders, 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 took off the fire paint and unfolded the paper roll.

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

"Sir, I may have to get off the ship ahead of time..."

Sir Leighton frowned violently.

"Get off the ship ahead of time?" his voice was full of undisguised dissatisfaction. "Your sea exercise has only six months left. If you get off the ship ahead of time, the results of this subject will be invalid and the formal service will be delayed to the next year! Sergeant, I need a reason."

"My father... The lion encountered a storm on its way to the new world, the main mast was broken, the new world fleet commander and Admiral Elia Drake... Died."

Lorraine's voice trembled slightly, and the paper roll in her hand was unknowingly clenched into a ball.

"When my father died, the family asked me to stop my studies immediately and go back to Tavistock... Take care of the future."