Chapter 4

Europe was calm in 1775, just like a storm coming, which made people tremble at the bottom of their hearts.

In September, the Royal British Navy's new continent fleet entered a rotation period.

Baron Elijah Drake, the new governor, was riding on his new flagship, HMS lion, the latest third-class ship of the Royal Navy. On his way to office, he encountered a storm and died.

Then six months passed

Lorraine lay in a small room with her eyes closed.

The brown wooden door is half open and half closed on the left, and the bed board spliced with logs is placed opposite the door.

There are patches of mildew on the wall.

Along with the mildew, there was a half old cabinet at the end of the bed. The upper layer was opposite and the lower layer had five drawers.

The broken crack on the wooden frame is the only pattern on it. If you stare at it, people's thinking will guess the time when the cabinet collapses uncontrollably.

They are the only objects in this room, and here is Lorraine's new home that has lived in for half a year.

Tavistock, Devon.

It is less than two kilometers away from the noble manor of Drake's hereditary baron. The field path at the end connects the two places, but for Lorraine, it is like a natural moat.

He was the second young master of the Drake family, or he used to be.

Six months ago, his doting father died on his way to the new world.

Four months ago, his brother inherited the title and suddenly drove his illegitimate son and his nameless pagan mother out of the old house.

Half a month ago, Helena, who had been in poor health, died of illness.

At that moment, 16-year-old Lorraine finally completely disconnected from the world.

He is free, whether he wants it or not.

Lorraine opened her eyes, picked up the old backpack hanging at the end of the bed, and walked out of the door expressionless.

Today is an important day. His nominal master and last guardian, shack Francis Drake, will tell him the final disposal of him by the family.

What is the result?

Lorraine doesn't care.

He walked into the living room with a cold smile. As soon as he looked up, he saw Shaq who had been standing there for a long time.

Shaq was wearing a decent tuxedo and holding a short staff inlaid with emerald. His handsome face was stiff because of his seriousness, and his sea blue eyes were bright, but he didn't look at Lorraine.

Lorraine disdainfully took the corner of his mouth and said, "can't you find a place to stay in the farmhand's house for a while, my dear master Drake?"

Shaq still didn't go to see Lorraine.

His eyes swam like mildew on the wall. It was a beautiful chart.

"Don't be sarcastic, my stupid brother," he said. "You should remember that sarcasm is the hypocritical dignity of the weak. Besides, it's nothing."

"But I always think that self righteous arrogance is hypocrisy." Lorraine walked over to him, pulled away his chair and put his feet on the table in front of Shaq. "Noble Lord, where is my judgment?"

Shaq's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

He stamped his cane, and folkie, the housekeeper, came in with a large suitcase. He first saluted Lorraine, then carefully lifted the suitcase and put it on Lorraine's foot table.

Lorraine looked sideways.

This is a good suitcase, buffalo leather, 90% new, light brown leather with clear clover markings, one by one, blooming the rural style of Ireland.

Lorraine didn't ask what was in the box, but just nodded at falkinu.

The box opened quickly, revealing its orderly place in front of Lorraine.

On the left and right sides were parchment documents framed with glass and nanmu, and in the middle were 300 gold pounds neatly bound with leather ropes.

In England, 300 pounds is a huge sum of money. Even if a middle-class family doesn't eat or drink, it will take about ten years to save the money.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing. "You're such a generous master."

"In the family's view, you need to have a decent life even if you are expelled from the house, which represents Drake's face."

"They are so wide."

Lorraine stopped paying attention to the gold pounds, put down his feet and gently slid his slender fingers on the glass.

Two documents

The document on the left is from the famous Cambridge University Law School. The content is a formal admission permit, while on the right

[in the name of the king, I grant Mr. Drake the right to defend his legitimate interests on the sea and attack the enemies of the Kingdom... Elizabeth I, on March 27, 1571]

This is the license Lorraine has been looking forward to for a year.

Two hundred years ago, Elizabeth I awarded it to Francis Drake. With this, the seven seas dragon crossed the world, from a trivial bankrupt businessman to a legend on the sea.

Two hundred years later, it still has sacred and inviolable legal effect. Through this thin piece of paper, the king of England authorized businessmen to become pirates at any time and legally and plunder enemy ships all over the world in the name of the kingdom.

Seeing it, Lorraine laughed more happily.

"Is this your final decision, lawyer or businessman?"

"This is the family's decision." Shaq still stood upright. "The family believes that it is more appropriate for unworthy children to choose an unseemly job as a reason for expulsion than having illegitimate children and pagans at home."

"Sure enough, it's Drake's face again."

Lorraine spat, took out the looting permit from the box, turned his hand into his backpack, immediately got up and went out.

At the moment of passing by Shaq, he suddenly said, "you know, I smell freedom."

"This is your illusion," said shack coldly.

"It's not an illusion," Lorraine said firmly. "When I come back and return all this to you in front of my mother, you will know that it's not an illusion."

Shaq smiled for the first time: "you give up the gold pound, you are penniless. You really hope to come back before my old death?"

"I'll come back." Lorraine shook his head gently. "Shaq, you are the descendant of the first lord Drake and the proud aristocrat of English tradition... But I'm not."

"What flows in my veins is the blood of Francis Drake, the dragon of the seven seas, and the blood of inger Jonathan, the Lord of Iceland. The descendants of Pirates never accept handouts. We prefer to take what we want."

……

The heavy rain came suddenly.

The pouring rain washed the streets and hills of Tavistock, washed away the stains and dispelled the haze.

On a hillside with a sunny back, an unknown new monument without a cross stands alone. The monument is square and inclined to the northwest.

On the top of it is carved a delicate three-color Viola, and below it are engraved with epitaphs with exactly the same meaning in English, Viking and simplified Chinese.

[here lies a stupid woman]

[she used to be the daughter of the sea]

[she gave up the sea for love, but failed to find her sea after losing her beloved]

[she longed to smell the sea]

[she failed and her body turned into bubbles in this valley where the sea could not be seen]

[may nyold not forget her, but be able to raise a storm on the sea and sweep through the dry valley]

[may she find her way to the boathouse of noontong and not float in the sky forever]

[may her soul rest in peace]

[may her lover not go to heaven]

[they first met at sea and should finally stay together at sea]

[a ghost that does not exist in the world, Zheng Anyue, engraved in c.e.1776]