Chapter 159

The little girl is so energetic

Sitting on the wooden box with fishing gear, Dylan turned over his dead fish eyes and looked at the sea and sky in the distance.

Today's weather is very good. It's very suitable to drive a small boat to go fishing offshore. It's very suitable to bask in the sun all day, and then go to the pub with bronze and slightly stinging skin.

Badila likes this kind of skin best. Touching this kind of skin will make her excited. Even her waist and legs twist very hard, giving people a fascinating and bone etching experience.

Such a good day is not long

Dylan knew that the nosy Leonard father had sent a letter to the three families, asking them to report to Southampton and take the merchant ship of the European Northwest branch to the new world to get together.

In a few months, when the Yellow faced woman of the family comes to the manor with three children to settle down, he can't run to the town to recruit prostitutes in such a dignified way. At least... He has to go to the next town with great trouble.

This is really a sad story, like a passionate young housekeeper suddenly airborne in a good manor.

Why is the Caribbean club such a superfluous person?

"Hey!"

Dylan sighed heavily, straightened his back, and suddenly saw a flying St. George's flag at the end of the sea and sky.

The snow-white St. George's flag and the bright red side cross flutter in the wind, creating the sound of hunting in people's ears, higher and closer.

The thick mast jumped out of the sea, followed by the slender shadow of the ship.

The ship's posture is very vigorous. From the subtle design, it should be a newly built brigantin that has not been built for a few years, but the ship's hull is accidentally damaged, scorched and damaged. Patches are made to repair the hull and mast. There is a huge gap in the poop, just like the rest of life from a naval battle.

That's not the key. The key is that the ship is heading for the fishing port.

What ship will go straight to this remote fishing port?

The captain is back?

Dylan vaguely saw the silhouette of a pair of beautiful people on the bow. The man was tall and the woman was slim, but the distance was too far. He couldn't see clearly for a moment.

He quickly pushed Hill, who was dozing on the side.

"Man, there's a boat!"

With a loveless expression, Hill tilted his head and pulled out the large particles of eye droppings from the corners of his eyes: "man, this is offshore. There are ships at any time."

"It's not that boat, it's brigantin, coming at us."

"What? Brigantin?"

Hill opened his eyes, stood up in a hurry, climbed up the roof in three or two steps, put up a shed and looked into the distance.

His eyes were very good. When Lorraine was the flagship, he served as the fifth lookout of the main mast and the third lookout of the foremast. Even Lorraine said that his gray eyes that were always not washed must have been blessed by the gods.

However, their actions were not approved by the housekeeper.

At the climax of the lecture, one of the objects of the lecture fell asleep, and the two whispered and talked. One of them began to climb the roof and put on the shameful posture of Pelican courtship in public.

Miss ofey is very angry!

"Hey! Is that how English men deal with their supervisors? What about your etiquette? Your..."

"Shut up, forty pounds girl!"

"You! You! You!" miss ofey was choked for the first time, flushed and stunned.

Dylan got up and slapped another old man on the back of the head: "Barto, get up, gunboat approaching, medium damage, hang the St. George's flag."

Barto, who didn't even clean his saliva, jumped three feet high and whirled into the cabin. Soon he hung a stabbing sword on his back, a long gun on his back, and took out the carry on weapons of his two partners.

Miss ofey stared at the three people whose temperament had changed suddenly and stammered, "well... Who can tell me what happened?"

Dylan took Bator's rifle, raised it and tried to aim.

"It's obvious that the forty pound girl, the damaged gunboat, is heading for the wharf. Either the captain is back, or the cunning pirate pretending to be an English ship is preparing to rob our fishing port for rest."

"Sea... Pirates?"

"Don't make such a fuss." Dylan licked his lips and grinned. "They are four kilometers away from us, and hill will tell you the answer soon. Even if they are pirates, you have enough time to gather black slaves and Indians to defend our manor."

"Really?"

"Why do you think the captain chose the three of us to take care of the fishing port? The Stormtrooper, the information room and the lookout. We are all sailors at the seaman level. The reason why we stay at the wharf is to protect the safety of the manor, not damn moss removal!"

Before the words fell, hill on the roof shouted, "target confirmed! It's the captain and MS. yesla! Put away your knives and guns and get ready!"

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It took nearly half an hour for the rain frog to approach the dock slowly against the wind.

When the planks were lowered, Lorraine and Hannah walked down the deck arm in arm. They saw Dylan standing upright.

"Old Dylan, long time no see."

Dylan snapped to attention and saluted, "welcome the captain home!"

Lorraine nodded noncommittally, turned her head and looked at miss ofey in surprise: "ofey McCarthy, I don't remember hiring a beautiful Irish lady in my manor."

Miss ofey coughed gently twice: "report to the president, I'm ofey McCarthy, the information liaison of the General Chamber of Commerce dispatched by the Caribbean branch, which belongs to Drake chamber of Commerce. In view of your uncertain whereabouts and unwilling to disclose to the branch, President Parker thinks it necessary to add this position."

"Are you a liaison?"

"Yes. In addition, considering that Drake villa has not been equipped with a housekeeper so far, President Parker ordered me to take the post temporarily. You decide whether to appoint another housekeeper."

"Housekeeper..." Lorraine touched her bare chin for a long time. "Dylan, how long has Miss McCarthy been a housekeeper?"

"Almost three weeks."

"Competent?"

"Very wordy."

"That is to say, she is very competent... I heard that your eldest daughter is also a lively character with no details?"

Dylan sighed heavily: "yes, my daughter learned from her wife. I heard that they would come to Lucie by July at the latest. I think she and miss McCarthy can become good friends."

"That's great." Lorraine smiled and held out his hand to miss ofey. "Miss McCarthy, in view of your good performance during this time, your probation period is over. I hope you have a good time at the manor."

The evil pagan suddenly became so talkative that miss ofey was wary.

In addition to being vigilant, she still remembers her other position, liaison.

She pointed to the rain frog and asked, "President... No, sir, what's the matter with this ship?"

"This ship?" Lorraine looked back at the rain frog. "Do you know what I did before?"

This question is miss ofey's inverse scale.

She puffed her mouth angrily: "only three people at the wharf in the manor know why you have gone. Even President Parker asked them, and the answer was no comment."

"You didn't try to bribe them?"

"How can this be!"

"Aha... It's all right. You're right. It's really an untimely move." Lorraine looked at Dylan regretfully and said to miss ofey, "some time ago, I went to Central America for an exploration."

"Adventure? Maya?"

"As you said, I'll look for the remains of the sun god."

"Did you find it?"

"No."

"The ship?"

"On my way back, I met a rest Pirate Group on a beach. Like every honest gentleman, I attacked them."

Miss ofey showed a ghost expression: "you attacked a pirate on land during your exploration?"

"Yes."

"Robbed their boat?"

"Yes."

"Then why did the ship break like this?"

"Oh, there are many pirates, so I played a little trick, detonated some of their ammunition and leveled the number gap."

"You are a devil..." ophy looked at Lorraine in horror. "What are you going to do next?"

"Aren't you a liaison? Please inform president Parker to come to the fishing port to accept the gunboat. The ship needs to be repaired and a better name."

"Ah... OK."

"Any questions?"

"No more..."

"If not, we'll go back to the manor."

Lorraine took the lead, and miss ofey followed behind her in a daze, mingling with a group of laughing and laughing sailors.

At the moment of walking out of the dock, she heard Haina say to Dylan, "the dock should be cleaned. There are moss marks and green spots everywhere, which is easy to slip."

Dylan snapped to attention and stood still: "tomorrow the dock will look new. I assure you, Ms. yesla!"

Miss ofey was so angry that she went up to heaven: "didn't you just swear that your job is not to remove moss!"

"It's not moss removal, it's an order," Dylan replied solemnly.