Chapter 235

Dizzy

My mouth is thirsty

"Water..."

The cold and clear water slipped into the throat, and more flowed to the body along the corners of the mouth, wet and exciting the soul.

The thick chaos is broken!

Suddenly, bell was captured by the surprise and rebirth when the milk swallow shelled. The massive signals poured in, clearly greedy to know, but they couldn't grasp the real feeling and couldn't distinguish the truth.

"Good inflation..."

"Bloating? I asked Wang Ye to cook less oatmeal porridge tomorrow. I've tried that too. How to say... It's half cooked and swollen in my stomach. It's not like something for patients."

Bell suddenly opened his eyes.

The vision was clear, the small cabin was clean and capable, there were no superfluous decorations on the wall, and the familiar shaking made him recognize it at a glance.

At sea.

Bell turned his head and stared at Lorraine. "Are we at sea?"

"Yes."

"Where are you now?"

"Roughly 36.6 n, 75.3 W, about 45 kilometers east of Virginia Beach."

"North America?"

"North America, on the continental shelf."

"When did we get out of the sea?"

"Nine days ago."

"Why do I know nothing about it?"

"You have a sudden high fever."

"I have a high fever. Are you still taking me to sea?"

"If you want to break through the mouth of Chesapeake Bay..." Lorraine scratched his head. "I thought about it for you. I think you certainly don't want to miss such an exciting experience."

Bell hulled and sat up. "Chesapeake Bay? Why are we going to this damn place? Why are we looking for this excitement? Where are we going? Annapolis or Baltimore?"

"It seems Baltimore."

"Barr's moo!!!" Bell's voice changed with fear. "Don't you know that it's a ghost gate? Mention... Bah! Don't you know how much your dead brother attaches importance to the Bay entrance? It's only 19 kilometers wide, don't you know!"

"I guess you all know..."

"I know you're going to die!"

Bell roared and tried to twist his body, but his body was lack of coordination due to a long period of sleepiness, so he tilted as soon as he twisted it.

Lorraine reached out to hold him. He grabbed Lorraine with his back hand and held Lorraine's head with the posture of a bear climbing a tree.

"Do you want to die so much? Why don't you talk to me? And what's the matter with this ugly clown like hair hoop? Curling your hair hoop can reduce the bullet receiving surface? The bare forehead can shake the gunner's eyes? You still make up! You're confused these 9 days?"

"That..."

Lorraine easily broke Bell's hand, stood up, took Edward's golden wig from the table and put it on his head.

In Bell's shock at seeing the ghost, he looked back: "there's another thing I forgot to tell you. Now my name is Edward, Edward kenvey. I'm a farmer in the new world, a patriotic independent, captain of the jackdaw, and a royal smuggler of the French Bourbon royal family, Nicetomeetyou."

……

nicetomeetyou……

To be honest, bell would rather be a nicetomeet ghost.

It's so scary.

Shaq guessed that Lorraine was going to cross the line, so he made a game early and asked bell to sneak in and stand next to Lorraine, so as not to make a mistake and go astray.

But neither Shaq nor bell could have imagined that Lorraine was not going the wrong way at all. He directly changed his way and identity. He didn't know what method to form a group with the French royal family in just a few months.

Jesus Christ, who loves the world, here is a patriotic independent who is doing treason with a boat of fools, boldness and high sounding!

Jesus! Christ! Ah!

Bell found himself completely deceived.

Vibrant Caribbean chapter, peaceful and peaceful Luci manor.

After only half a year in the new world, Lorraine met Lieutenant Colonel Horatio Nelson, a promising rising star. He was invited to participate in the battle of the Windward Islands as a mercenary and wrote a perfect answer of 200 points on the 100 point answer sheet.

Isn't this Francis Drake's life story?

Isn't this a privateer on the best track?

Why should he prepare another identity? Why is Edward KENWAY doing better than Lorraine Drake?

And that disease!

Just right, it not only destroyed Lorraine's last chance to reform, but also blocked Bell's retreat

Bell suspected that God must have discovered the faith of Lorraine pagans. Otherwise, why would God work with the devil to curse the ship with such a vicious curse?

Just pity him, in his prime, young and promising, firm position and noble faith

"Bell, you must think I'm crazy?"

"No." bell cut off his thoughts and shook his head solemnly. "A madman has reason and can't do anything like you."

Lorraine shrugged noncommittally: "do you know the gold content of this trade road?"

"Six thousand? Eight thousand?" bell disdained to smile, "that is, more money than life..."

"Fifty thousand pounds, at least fifty thousand pounds."

"... how much?"

"Every month, at least 50000 pounds, net profit."

"Net profit, 50000 pounds a month?"

"You missed at least one." Lorraine took time to play his fingers. "50000 pounds is the profit sent to Baltimore, while the independence movement has to extend to New England. Under the pressure of the great motherland, Americans are unable to transport goods out of more than three states, so we charge according to the itinerary, and children and old people are not deceived."

Gudong.

Bell didn't know who had swallowed, only that his throat was dry.

"Fifty thousand pounds a month, how much can I share?"

"Because it is an independent project of the General Chamber of Commerce, the expenses we need to scrape off will not exceed 10%, mainly the standby incentive fund, pension and social costs, and the rest is all dividends. The seafarer class accounts for 30% of the shares collectively. According to the minimum standard, it is 13500 pounds per month, settled at the end of the year."

"How many sailors... Do you have?"

"Haina, Karen, Noah, acharin, Carmen, Wang Ye, Daniel, Katrina and you, that's all for the time being."

Bell opened his mouth slightly.

"13500 pounds, nine people, 1500 pounds per person per month... And the annual salary of the active Navy major is 60 pounds, equivalent to 20... 20..."

"Gamble for a month and be a soldier for 25 years." Lorraine kindly gave the answer, "and this is still a long-term business. As long as we can survive, how long we earn depends on how long our great motherland is willing to fight."

Belton realized.

Drake is the devil's last name, Shaq Drake is the devil, and Lorraine Drake is also the devil.

There is no difference between the devil and the devil, because no matter what he wants to do, you will be willing to do it for him in the end.

This is the devil's Bible.

He staggered to his feet, pale, ruddy, blue and purple.

"You must have a war room? Shaq Drake said that your brother has done hundreds of map operations, and your winning rate is more than 70%. I want to hear your plan."

Does Lorraine act as: "although there is a war room, but..."

"I'm treason! In this sea area, on this ship, even if I jump out of the boat and swim to the lion, I can't get rid of my suspicion of treason! I don't want to be tarred and hung on the Bank of the Thames to dry, so I joined the gang!"

The crisp decision, as long as the conditions were sufficient, bell never let Lorraine down, which Lorraine had expected.

He held out his hand and smiled at Bell. "This is a late invitation. Can I ask your reason?"

"What else can there be?" bell rubbed his hands and shook Lorraine heavily. "You Drake's motto is good. Young man, money is enough. What are you doing?"

"Helmsman bell Judea, congratulations. You've been accepted."