Chapter 7

Everything in the chamber of Commerce of Attis is going on in an orderly manner.

First of all, all kinds of navigation equipment, from charts to sewing for sail repair, are ready one by one. Basically, Lorraine bills and lake pays.

Lake has no money. The chart is the most inferior mimeograph edition of the bookstore. The printing is rough and the image is blurred. Only seven or eight large ports along the Strait are marked.

However, this is not difficult for Lorraine. His finished work in the cartographic course of the maritime school is the military Strait map in 1773. Now with the coastline and longitude and latitude as a reference, it took him only one and a half days to improve the chart.

The second is the division of shares of the chamber of Commerce.

After removing the expenditure on appliances, lake's share capital still had 30 gold pounds. When he joined the partnership, Lorraine said he would use 13 shillings to buy shares, but lake confiscated them, but took shares with technology and gave Lorraine 10% dry shares.

So Lorraine was promoted.

He is now a partner of the chamber of Commerce and vice president.

Finally, and most importantly, the destination of the first flight.

Lake heard from the broker that there was a batch of black porcelain to be sold in Cherbourg black port in France. It was Wumart and cheap, and the location of black port happened to be in Lorraine's supplementary chart.

After a heated discussion, the high level of the chamber of Commerce decided to go to Cherbourg.

Thus, after seven days of preparation in the port, the beauty of Attis, loaded with fresh vegetables from Plymouth, officially set sail on a sunny and breezy day.

Lorraine locked the rudder with a click, ran to the main mast, pulled the sail rope and swung up the crossbar.

"Anchor!"

He shouted, and lake, who was wearing a life buoy, turned the winch with all his strength. The long iron chain clattered up to the water, and the sharp anchor hook flashed cold under the sunrise.

Lorraine smiled and pulled off her headscarf, letting the bright red scarf flutter in the wind.

"Wind direction northeast east, breeze, three knots!"

He jumped off the crossbar, dropped the sail line and bared off the triangular sail.

The bow sails swelled and the Artemis beauty swayed slowly offshore on the waves.

Lorraine fixed the bow sail, ran back to the rudder position, raised his hand, loosened the buckle and held the handwheel tightly.

"Captain, give orders!"

Lake trembled with excitement, held the winch and shouted, "target Cherbourg! Artemis beauty! Set sail! Set sail!"

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There is no land in the vast sea. All kinds of blue, dark blue and light blue, and occasionally big fish jump out of the water with a plop and break blue.

The sky is also blue, blue and cloudless.

In the sun, several seagulls quacked and flew leisurely, and the scene of the sea was reflected in their eyes.

A chubby Kirk merchant ship was lazily floating on the sea, sailing against the wind, flat and slow.

Lorraine bent his legs and sat in the bow, holding the cross bar of the bow sail in one hand and a quill pen in the other hand. He wrote and drew in his book from time to time according to the chart and compass.

Their luck is very bad. It's all against the wind these days.

The disadvantages of Kirk type are exposed in such weather. Lorraine can't use cross sail. He only relies on a small triangular bow sail to maintain a basic speed of 0.5 to 1 knot.

In this state, it will take three days to drive to Cherbourg

It's no problem to drive a few more days, but there are some fresh vegetables on board. If they float to Cherbourg like this, won't the vegetables turn into wilting vegetables?

How can we make the boat faster?

Lorraine thought.

He was thinking intently when a harsh, low voice came to his ear.

"Oh!"

The train of thought was interrupted. Lorraine had no choice but to put down his pen and complain to Lake: "Sir, you're disturbing me."

Lake sat on the side of the main mast with a large barrel in his arms, like gold paper.

He smiled miserably: "little Lorraine, you should get used to it. Young people just have to concentrate in a noisy environment to... Vomit!"

Lorraine turned his eyes and slightly moved the bow sail along the wind: "didn't I give you advice? Vomit in the cabin. If you want to be dirty, at least you won't dirty the deck."

"But in the cabin... Vomit... The smell in the cabin is bad, and the shaking is worse. I think I may die... Vomit... At sea."

"Every sea school student knows he will die at sea. It's not worth boasting."

"I swear to God, this is a curse... Vomit... Curse, not boasting."

Lorraine shrugged and asked suspiciously, "Sir, are you a cobbler or a good cobbler? I don't understand why you came on board?"

"Because... Vomit!"

After a lot of hard work, Lorraine finally asked the context before Lake died.

Lake is a good cobbler. As he said, Yates tannery has survived in Plymouth for three generations and once became the industry standard of good leather in Devon.

However, the steam engine workshop appeared.

A big businessman bought three steam engines in Plymouth to replace some manpower and open a large tanning workshop.

Machine leather is not as soft as human tanned leather, but it is soft enough and the cost is far lower.

The leather shop of lake's family was greatly impacted and its business was poor. In order to maintain his business, he owed a huge debt of ￡ 50 in three years, only one step away from bankruptcy.

When he was worried, God opened a window for him.

His dear second cousin aunt reported to God and left him a huge fortune in her will, the Artemis beauty.

The cost of the standard Kirk is 500 pounds, the beauty is half old, and the market price is about 300 pounds.

He was faced with two choices: selling the boat, saving the tannery, or selling the tannery to strive for a different future in a new field.

Lake bravely chose the latter.

He gave the tannery to the steam workshop for twenty pounds, and mortgaged his family's ancestral property at the gentleman's house for fifteen pounds.

He took the thirty-five pounds out of his comfort zone and came to the strange port of Soto. After a chance, he finally came together with Lorraine.

Hearing this, Lorraine couldn't help smiling bitterly: "so, sir, you're desperate now. What if you lose everything this trip?"

"Still... Vomit... What to do?" Lake wiped his mouth and gasped. "If I can't make money, I can only sell the beauty. Pierce is still at home, i... vomit... I'm a useless father, but I can't let eight year old children sleep on the streets without food and clothing."

Lorraine exclaimed, "you still have a son? Where's your wife?"

"Dead... Vomit... Dead. Pierce and I are dependent on each other. There is no third person in the family."

"At least you have a son." Lorraine went over and patted lake on the back. "Even for him, you should adapt to life at sea. Trust me, you won't lose your money this time."

His blessing just fell, and a cool wind suddenly blew on the sea.

He straightened up in surprise and pulled off his scarf.

The scarlet square scarf danced into an elf in the palm of the hand and made a sound when hunting in the strong wind.

Lorraine murmured, "the wind is southeast and south. The wind is force five. Stroke?"

"Oh!"

Lorraine kicked chagrinedly on the lifebuoy.

Lake's fat body shook and pitifully raised his head: "little Lorraine, the boat seems to be... Vomit... Shaking more..."

"Because your God cheated again."

"Ah?"

"Cheating, sir." Lorraine took a deep breath of the clear sea breeze. "If you can honestly go to the cabin to disgust yourself now, instead of getting in the way here... Before night, you will see the coastline of Cherbourg!"

"Ah!"

Lake hurriedly dragged the barrel to the stern cabin. Taking advantage of this effort, Lorraine quickly stowed the bow sail, untied the main mast sail rope, exerted force and lifted the sail.

The huge square sail rises to the top, and the drum is as full as the moon!

He shouted in the wind, "in the wind! Full sail! Niold, work hard... Take us to France!"