Chapter 106

Loss is a blessing.

People say that the Caribbean is passionate and unrestrained. Under the guidance of acharin, Lorraine must have done the psychological construction of encounter.

But he never thought that the affair would come so quickly.

He was able to touch the edge of the Caribbean... The affair came to him.

The arms are soft and the lips are fragrant.

Lorraine was only stunned for a moment and immediately decided to turn away from the guest.

He retreated according to the woman's wishes, from the alley to the middle lane, and then to the alley at the other end, straight to the end of the alley.

In the process, his hands go their own way.

The right hand encircles the woman's waist and lifts it slightly, which not only shows intimacy, but also relieves her hard walking on tiptoe.

His left hand came out empty, clicked to untie his captain's windbreaker, raised it and shook it, covered the beauty in his arms tightly from the head, so as not to expose half of his conspicuous red hair.

The woman was obviously stunned.

The woman's soft body was instantly stiff, her beautiful big eyes were wide, her pupils diverged, and she was at a loss.

But Lorraine wasn't going to let her go.

He hugged her, picked her up, opened the arc with the most standard noble dance steps, turned half a circle in only two steps, and then... Wall Dong!

The woman's back touched the debris pile at the end of the alley, leaving only her toes on the ground and nowhere to bear the force.

She put her hands around Lorraine's head from beginning to end, but the posture of her palms changed from pressing to pushing, but she couldn't twist Lorraine's strength.

She was frightened.

A good expedient, how could it be like this?

Just then, the tattered wooden box flew out of the other end of the alley and crashed into the wall.

Several sailors dressed dirty but with clean hands and feet shot out of the second brother in the middle lane and tail lane, swearing and looking around.

They easily found the couple hiding in the corner of the alley and having a warm affair.

The man is launching a fierce attack on the woman. The strong and broad back blocks the woman in his arms. Except for a pair of snow-white and slender forearms, he can't see any spring at all.

The sailors laughed.

"Tut Tut, it's a high-end product! Third mate, do you think this girl is a stray warbler in the tavern or a young lady in the plantation?"

The third deputy was dumbfounded and smiled: "where did bashiba come from? I think it's probably... Don't interrupt, where's the person we're looking for?"

"People..." the sailor looked around in embarrassment, and soon looked back at the little lover at the end of the alley, both jealous and envious.

He suddenly had a plan: "third mate, these little lovers have been here all the time. I think I must have seen someone?"

"You mean?"

"Wait! I'll ask you the whereabouts of the red hair!"

The proposed sailor cheered up, took out his curled machete and walked into the alley with a grim smile.

Five, four, three

The sailors were unscrupulous, and the dialogue did not intend to hide people's eyes and ears from the beginning. The connection was a domineering attitude.

The woman in Lorraine's arms became more and more stiff. She put her hands down very much, but Lorraine wrapped her waist tightly, and the heat from her vest obviously told her not to act rashly.

Does he have another way?

Nervous, curious, oblivious.

Women's attention is drawn to what's going to happen.

There was a clang of gold in the alley!

No one knows what happened at that moment.

The sailor who was preparing to hit the mandarin duck with a stick was not in trouble. Lorraine had put the tip of the knife in his throat like an eye in the back of his head.

The tip of the knife was forward and the blade was upward. The sailor was forced to raise his chin and look at the sky. The cold sweat soaked his clothes in his breathing room, and the whole man trembled in the warm wind.

He felt a wave of killing.

Lorraine smiled and loosened the woman, gestured with her eyes and asked her to wrap her windbreaker and think about it.

When she hid herself like an ostrich, she slowly turned around, picked the sailor's chin and walked out of the alley slowly.

"Gentlemen, love!" he sneered. "Passionate love is an irresistible desire."

"I don't know which of you has been disturbed by our love, and I don't know which of you is the thug invited by Isabella's incompetent husband."

He slowly took out the long knife in his right hand, dragged it to the ground, gently splashed open the solid soil, and made a deep mark between the two sides in front of the sailors.

"Those who hinder me from enjoying love will be dragged to hell. And you won't be alone, because that stupid George who robbed my beloved by relying on his family wealth... Will come to you tomorrow."

"Come on! Kill me."

The wind blew, and the three officers swallowed their saliva with difficulty.

He is innocent.

He was only chasing a target at the captain's command, and had no intention of breaking the affair, nor of intervening in the struggle between two deadly rivals.

But the young man opposite obviously misunderstood.

Lorraine's eyes were filled with anger, like a dragon guarding gold coins. He stared at the thief who stole the treasure and caught the stolen goods.

The third mate's heart is more unjust than Dou E, but he has to remain silent for the sake of face.

He also slowly drew out his knife. His men gathered together and followed his footsteps and drew the knife towards loringqi.

It doesn't matter what you inquire about.

The young people opposite are very strong, and they are not weak. The two are competing, one dead and one injured. The third mate just wants to try his best to avoid such a result.

"Sir, I hope you can keep your head and slowly let go of my subordinates."

The third mate's voice is slow and sincere.

"This is a misunderstanding. I can swear to God that we have no employment relationship with that George. None of the people I know is even called George, even if the English seem to call this damn name!"

"Really?" Lorraine wondered. "Since you have nothing to do with George, why should your men approach me with a knife?"

Lorraine handed the knife forward a little. The sailor's face showed pain, and a drop of crimson oozed from the tip of the knife.

Anger loomed on the third mate's face: "you will regret it, sir. You are teasing a group of powerful pirates! We are loyal subordinates of Captain Amy fillard of Caribbean Black Mamba. We have nothing to do with your love and are not prepared to have anything to do with it!"

"You're pirates!" Lorraine took a sharp step back, drew his knife back to defense, hung low on his side and covered the entrance of the alley.

"We are pirates!"

"Sea men won't be with local dogs. If you are really pirates... Do you really have nothing to do with George?"

"I've been telling you that we have nothing to do with that damn George!"

"Really?" Lorraine gasped and smiled apologetically at the unlucky pirate standing between the two sides with blood beads on his throat. "It's a misunderstanding. You go."

The third mate's subordinates narrowly escaped death and hurried back to their team.

The third mate had long forgotten his original purpose. He only glanced at Lorraine angrily, raised his hand and put the knife back in its sheath.

"Enjoy your love, boy! Don't let me meet you at sea!"

With cruel words, the sailors of the black mamba pirate regiment scattered in the distance.

Lorraine watched them disappear into the alley, leaning back against the wall and joking.

"The beautiful lady is actually connected with a group of rough pirates... Miss, I have wine. Do you have a story?"

……

The woman calls herself Donna, Donna Linka, a Spaniard living in New Orleans.

She took the family merchant ship to attend her best friend's wedding. She was caught in a storm and had to stop in Barbados for a short time.

Who knows, this stop has stopped a problem.

The merchant ship has gone

This is her original words. Her merchant ship abandoned her family miss and ran to Rio de Janeiro to attend her best friend's wedding

Lorraine felt as if she had heard the beginning of the Standard Spanish knight novel.

The fallen knight was abandoned by his family and embarked on the journey alone.

And the next story is more dog blood.

She wandered in Barbados and was found by Amy fillard, a famous human trafficker in the Caribbean.

Filad coveted her beauty and wanted to catch her and sell her to the Indian chiefs of the new world in exchange for gold. She escaped until she met Lorraine.

That's the whole story.

"Mr Drake," Donna blushed, "I can see that you are an honest gentleman."

"You flatter me." Lorraine licked her lips deliberately, which made Donna think of the beautiful and humiliating kiss.

Donna wants to stab Lorraine to death now.

"You shouldn't laugh at a lady's first kiss like this!"

"First kiss?" Lorraine laughed more and more, making Donna angry and nowhere to spread.

She forced herself to be patient and pretended to be calm: "if you don't believe it, I can swear to God if..."

"I believe you, miss Linka. In fact, your clumsiness has betrayed you long ago."

Lorraine nodded her lips, looked at Donna's shame and anger, smiled and said, "you must have asked me to raise your value so hard. Tell me, maybe I will agree?"

"You..." Donna bit her lips. "I know you have offended the black mamba. This is not the best time to go to sea. But I hope you can take me to New Orleans, where my family is. You will get a satisfactory reward for this adventure!"

"A commission, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Since it's a commission, you have to be in business." Lorraine stretched his waist. "My reward has been received enough to use. However, my crew, they don't have enough reason to take risks..."

"I promise they will be satisfied."