Chapter 108

Along the coastline of Barbados, the golden deer is lazily sailing at sea.

Morning tea time.

The sailors put together the dining table on the poop deck with long planks, and covered the dining table with light brown cotton tablecloth with water drop patterns, and did their best to decorate it.

In the middle of the tablecloth lay a line of private candlesticks, even if there was no need to light candles early in the morning.

The candlestick is surrounded by nine sets of tableware, including exquisite bone china dinner plates, tea cups and silver shiny knives and forks.

If it were not for the high backed dining stool matching the long table, they almost succeeded in arranging the stern deck into a gorgeous restaurant of British nobles.

It's a pity

Fortunately, a clever little ghost came up with an expedient.

The big bucket of water is wrapped in soft blue flannel, like a pier pestling around the dining table.

Such innovation is undoubtedly successful. The temporary restaurant lacks the heavy sense of English food and tea civilization, but unexpectedly adds a variety of fashion, fashion and vitality elements of young people.

At least Lorraine is satisfied.

This morning, he will entertain the distinguished guests on board and enjoy the orthodox English morning tea.

The sailors received advance notice and pulled out carefully preserved morning tea dresses from the cabin.

Men are traditional tuxedo, white shirt, white vest and black bow tie; Women's dresses have their own characteristics, but from hats and long skirts to silk scarves and gloves, they are light and warm colors. Even Haina changed into light colored blouses and pure white veils to achieve unity with her companions in color.

They took their seats first.

On one side are Hannah, Karen, Noah and Daniel, and on the other side are Pierce, Carmen and acharin. Men and women are adjacent, talking and laughing softly.

Lorraine dressed more solemnly than the men present. He is the host. In order to show his uniqueness, he specially took a silver wig and stood leisurely but solemnly on the terrace on the second deck, that is, Haina's sleeping cabin and outside the cabin where Donna rested last night.

He didn't wait long.

A moment later, with a squeak, Donna pushed the door open and stretched out.

Lorraine stood at the door with a smile: "Miss Linda, the sea boat is shaking. I hope you slept well yesterday."

"You don't have to worry about me. I grew up..." Donna looked over with a bitter smile and saw Lorraine in full dress. She was stunned for a moment. Half of her words were floating in the air, "de... Mr. Drake, are you..."

"Every cultured gentleman will not allow his guests to live in a strange and uncomfortable environment for a long time." Lorraine raised his arm. "Come on, I've prepared an English morning tea party for you. Only this formal social occasion can make sincere friends."

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Although her mind was full of paste and she was still wearing yesterday's shirt and breeches, the etiquette she accepted since childhood made Donna respond appropriately in time.

She made a standard curtsy to Lorraine like wearing a ceremonial dress, took the first half of Lorraine's hand, followed Lorraine numbly to the table and sat in the bucket Lorraine opened for her.

When Donna sat down, Lorraine went to the other end of the table, took the main seat and gently shook the copper bell at hand.

Wang, dressed in a snow-white chef's robe, also heard the bell and clapped his hand, and more than 20 sailors began to take turns.

A huge main dinner plate with tomatoes, sausages, eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, potato chips and black pudding, a bread plate with toast and butter, a fruit platter with bananas, mangoes, aloes and cherries, a cup of strong and fragrant mixed tea, a small pot of fresh milk and a small pot of granulated sugar.

England's morning tea is world-famous for its tedious and rich. Donna bowed her head and ate it, but completely forgot Lorraine's main purpose, social intercourse.

Everyone can see that their guests are wandering in the sky now.

Donna was so shocked, so shocked that she couldn't help herself. She couldn't even maintain the basic etiquette.

But what shocked her so much was not Wang Ye's cooking, nor Lorraine's etiquette, but... The IQ of the whole ship.

Originally, the boat was in the water. Everything was simple.

Even if the king of Great Britain went on a trip, he would not be extravagant enough to put on a land like show on a sea ship lacking supplies.

Three meals at sea are often simple.

Bread, moldy bread, bacon, bacon with long hair or insects, and greasy salty broth. If there were more abundant materials on board, such as the golden deer, which had just sailed out of a port, the seafarer and captain might also have a glass of light wine to quench thirst, season and reflect class.

No one will organize a banquet on a floating ship!

This kind of behavior is not extravagant, but stupid.

An unheard of stupidity happened in front of her. Donna couldn't help thinking of the comfortable petal bath last night, the annual salary of the sailors on the ship as high as 100 pounds, and the women, children and noble young masters sitting at the dinner table in Chinese clothes and bearing the seaman's name

The group sailed a powerful destroyer full of ships and made a difficult journey across the Atlantic Ocean. They also broke the foremast of the ship.

Donna saw the fracture with her own eyes. From the trace analysis, they cut the mast with their own hands!

It's the greatest thing in the world!

Donna is well-informed, but she doesn't understand what kind of situation an ocean going warship needs to cut off her foremast.

Is it the large sail that blocks the view of the scenery at the dinner party?

Or is it the lecherous, handsome and commonsense captain on the opposite side who suddenly had a whim during the voyage and wanted to warm his fireplace with oak?

Thinking of the fireplace, Donna suddenly realized a terrible thing

Isn't there really a firewood fireplace in the captain's room?

Are these young masters and ladies of the three British Islands secretly sailing to the Caribbean to experience life behind their families' backs?

The more Donna thought about it, the more she felt that this speculation was justified

She put down her knife and fork, picked up the tea cup, and secretly looked at the people on the table under the cover of dense white air.

Lorraine... Is obviously the leader of this group and the owner of the ship.

Acharin, Daniel, pierce and Carmen, judging from their skillful aristocratic behavior, they should be friends of the Lorraine family and playmates from small to large.

Haina, who lives with her, should be Lorraine's bodyguard. Many nobles have this tradition. She raises African children from an early age and acts as a close martyr to her family's heirs.

Noah was probably Lorraine's personal maid, but it was hard to make it clear on the ship, so she pretended to be an aristocrat as a sailor.

Karen should be the real backbone of the whole ship. Donna saw him teaching sailors yesterday. His words and deeds were very professional and rigorous.

Karen may have been the original captain of the ship. Only because the young master of the family insisted on assuming this status, he had to demote himself. Even the real sailors mixed into the crew group.

Lorraine probably didn't know the secret, so he gave birth to the illusion that the sailor's annual salary was 100 pounds.

Donna feels more reliable, more brain tonic, more sure that's it!

Because of this explanation, all violations have become no longer violations since getting on board.

Lorraine is a very arrogant fool who has been raised by the aristocracy since childhood and has excellent martial arts skills. At the same time, he doesn't know the hardships!

He may not know that the sea will not be calm forever. The sea is cannibal!

Or maybe he just thinks he can do everything, and the small Caribbean is far from enough to threaten his security.

This person will pay for his ambition and talent.

This seemingly powerful but actually weak warship can't reach the port of New Orleans at all.

As soon as she leaves the protection of the Royal Navy of Great Britain, she will be swallowed up by Caribbean sharks, including the cruel Black Mamba, Amy fillard.

Donna held the tea cup and turned her head calmly.

Several busy fishing boats followed behind the ship, looking nothing different. But Donna had noticed that they had been following for a long time, and the frequency of casting nets was not like a qualified fisherman at all.

Do you want to remind them?

Donna mused, paying no attention to the whispers of the sailors from beginning to end.

Karen turned her head sideways and asked Haina, "yasra, the slups at the stern..."

"Lorraine has his own arrangements. Don't talk too much."

Karen frowned: "this extra morning tea party is also being arranged?"

Haina didn't answer positively.

She turned her back, lifted her veil and sipped the milk tea in her cup.

"Tea is really delicious. I've been floating in the Atlantic for so long that I almost forget its taste."