Chapter 8

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

They often have no official name, and are referred to as black harbor, black city, mirage and fake town. In the mouth of sailors, they are more known as helo.

Helo means prostitute.

Most of black harbor has the prosperous years in the past. Later, it was destroyed by natural disasters, or died by man-made disasters, or it was not prosperous enough and open enough, and even some activities that made the people in power unhappy

Anyway, they were abandoned.

Loss of attention, loss of investment, loss of expectation

They are becoming deserted like abandoned women, and before they are completely ruined, they have received the attention of black market businessmen, hooligans, pirates or the enemy Navy, so as to obtain a distorted new life. In their indulgence, they are desperate to wait for the next decline that is destined to come.

Like a fallen lady.

This is the case with Cherbourg's black harbor.

In the setting sun, the Artemis beauty jumped to the sea level with her sails, cleaved the waves and sailed into the sea area of black harbor.

Here, there are many hidden reefs and rocks, and only a few hidden, tortuous and narrow channels less than 15 meters wide point to the calm harbor surrounded by two peaks in the distance.

Hundreds of years ago, before the sailing ships completely gave up the flat bottom and separated from the oar power, it was favored by the French for a long time because of its excellent defensive ground type and natural safe haven.

At that time, her name was Cherbourg.

Also from then on, the name Cherbourg was tied to the channel fleet of the French Kingdom and became their base.

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

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

The military port was first transferred, and a new Cherbourg was built in the wider bay a hundred kilometers away, depriving her of her name.

Soon after, the merchant also gave up here.

It began to decay here.

The dock collapsed and the wharf sank. Until a group of black market businessmen settled in, she degenerated into a black port and became an impossible place under the eyes of the French channel fleet.

Even, it is a secret supply point for British Navy warships.

The agile and slender class VI ship can easily pass through the narrow channel outside the port, and the black market businessmen in the port regard the generous British soldiers as top business partners.

Spies buy intelligence from them, which is often much more accurate than those detected by the reprimand ship itself.

Because of this, hello of Cherbourg gracefully boarded the military chart of the Royal Navy, and Lorraine learned from this, which led to the Cherbourg trip of the beauty of Attis.

Approaching the reef area, Lorraine stowed his sails and focused on steering the steering wheel.

The plump hull of the Artemis beauty slipped into the channel composed of buoys by inertia, gracefully and slowly turned the huge S-bend, and slowly berthed into the wharf, anchored and docked along the rising tide.

The bow leaned gently against the bank. As soon as it stopped, Lorraine heard a loud bang!

Lake passed by Lorraine like a fat fishy wind and flew off the ship like a rabbit: "vomit!"

Sound shakes the harbor!

The busy people on the dock looked curiously like watching some Western scenery. Lorraine scratched her hair awkwardly, glanced at the stern cabin, and decided to go to the port to hire two people to clean up the mess in the stern cabin.

He whistled, put on his backpack and got off the ship lazily.

This is the first time Lorraine has really set foot in the land of black harbor.

Different from normal ports, every inch of land in black port publicizes chaos and dilapidation.

The big house is surrounded by ruins and the ruins are stockyards. From time to time, we can see mountains of garbage gathered along the road, including rotten wood, broken bricks, furniture, and even people living on the mountain.

Casinos, pubs and brothels are scattered on both sides of the street, and all kinds of shacks are wantonly occupied, turning the straight roads into winding alleys.

The real alleys in Hong Kong are filled with another kind of waste.

All kinds of domestic garbage rots between the houses, no one cares, and the odor is dispersed.

Looking around, there are people

Drunkards, drunkards, drunkards and sober people rarely throw their heads and show their faces in the street. Even if there are, they are not gamblers who are naked, but prostitutes who take off their clothes and laugh on the door.

Lorraine didn't know where to find the dockers for a moment.

He walked blankly in the street, looked around in confusion, and finally saw a sober man in the side lane of a tavern.

That should be a girl.

She wore a linen blouse that was too dirty to see the original color, and her body was tight. Her slender fingers were exposed from the hem of the blouse. It was brown, but unexpectedly clean.

She rummaged through the smelly garbage, and soon found some fresh cod.

Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she suddenly noticed that someone was looking at her.

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

Black hair, green pupils, big eyes.

Her skin is indeed brown. The short black hair exposed under the hood is thin and dense. Although her sharp chin is thin, her face is not weak, showing a healthy and clean blush.

The North African angel in the dump?

Lorraine was amused by his sudden idea and laughed. The girl's body stretched up, bared her teeth, stared, 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 strange and embarrassed. She subconsciously wanted to touch her nose.

His hand was raised, and the girl's body relaxed again. The thighs are slightly bent, the upper body is low, and the whole person is ready to go. His big eyes narrowed, and threatening eyes burst out of his green eyes.

"I... Don't want to attack you..."

Lorraine was startled. He quickly opened his hands, squatted down slowly and put down his skin bag.

He said word by word, "I mean no harm... Look, there are no weapons, and the sword on my waist is also lying in the scabbard. I'm very honest."

He showed his palm to the girl. In order to express his sincerity, he rolled up his sleeves with a steady and slow movement and exposed his arms.

The girl probably felt Lorraine's sincerity, tentatively picked up the COD and hid her hand in her blouse.

She sighed softly and asked in a slightly hoarse, sandy voice, "why do you laugh?"

"Just thought of something funny." Lorraine shrugged apologetically. "If you misunderstand, I'm willing to apologize."

"Really?" she didn't believe it. "Isn't it because of fish?"

"Well... If I wasn't on the boat, I seldom ate fish."

"What do you eat?" the girl asked suspiciously.

"Most of the time, eat bread." Lorraine slowly untied the skin bag and revealed the brick black bread inside. "Have you ever eaten bread?"

"Yes." the girl took a step closer like a cat, craned her neck, looked at it, and added, "I ate it not long ago."

"Do you still want to eat?"

The girl drew back with a miso. Her fingers were deeply embedded in the garbage, and her face was full of vigilance.

Lorraine couldn't help laughing bitterly. He broke off half a piece of bread and put it on the ground. Then he got up and retreated to the entrance of the alley.

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

The girl stared at Lorraine motionless and asked, "what do you want?"

"Are you familiar with black harbor?"

"Part."

"I want to know where I can find a skilled cleaner." Lorraine looked into her eyes. "My boat needs cleaning and maybe some goods to move."

The girl frowned and thought.

"Beside the white ruins is old Hansa's tavern. He has the most capable workers in heigang. Although it is more expensive, he is honest and his hands and feet are clean."

With these words, she quickly picked up the bread on the ground, turned around, jumped into the deep lane, and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

"Just go. At least tell me where the white ruins are..."

Lorraine sadly picked up her leather bag and shook out of the alley with her arm on her pillow.

"Oh! Strange woman."