Chapter 267

Blue waves, clear sky, sea and sky are the same, which is a beautiful scene from the mid Atlantic Ridge Route.

The Jackdaw sailed in this wide sea, with full sails, high bow, chopping waves and electric switches.

The strong sea breeze of the Atlantic brings her stable high speed, and the wide wing sail is like the side fin of a flying fish. The Jackdaw swayed North at a speed of more than ten knots, and the sea mirror behind it was torn, leaving a tortuous track as bright as Hui tail.

Today is October 18, the tenth day the Jackdaw left New Orleans.

Because of the change in the purpose of the voyage, Lorraine naturally abandoned the well-guarded nearshore route, headed west at the northern end of the greater Bahamas, drove out of the continental shelf and returned to the middle ridge route he was familiar with.

The Jackdaw needs to sail on this route for six days. After crossing the 42 ° north latitude line, it will cut eastward and continue to sail for two days. It will wipe the corners of Newfoundland and reach the coastline of Massachusetts.

Today is the second day in the middle ridge, that is to say, if everything goes well, Lorraine can step on the land belonging to Boston in six days.

"A single trip takes 16 days, and the round trip does not exceed 30 days... It is indeed right to choose the long way around. Although it is close along the coast, it may waste five or six days just waiting to cross the circle. The second formation... I don't know whether Shaq's control over the fleet is as strong as the first formation..."

Leaning over the guard rail at the bow of the ship, Lorraine was blowing the sea wind and looked at Jenny and McCarthy circling with the ship with a smile.

Sea parrot is a bird. It can't fly high or far. It is an excellent hunting target for many raptors, so Jenny and McCarthy rarely have the opportunity to soar in the sky like today.

But it doesn't matter now.

Jackdaw is too far from the land, far beyond the suitable hunting area for birds. The vast sky is reserved for them these days.

It's just bitter, white ears.

The little lazy cat never gave up the idea of opening the day and ran around behind McCarthy's ass every three or five times.

These two days, the little female bird flew higher and higher with the restless little male bird. White ears dared to run to the tip of the mast. Still, she could only sweep her beard and scream miserably.

The cry was as sad as if it were the main house and palace, and Jenny in the sky was like a third party.

"Peace and joy, Lorraine." bell whistled and walked lazily to the bow.

Lorraine nodded with a smile and said softly, "Emmons went to Newfoundland by Weilan water drop to calculate the time. May have landed today?"

"If there were no shipwreck on the road..." bell shrugged and said the cruelest words among the sailors in the most gentle tone.

"Almost four days..." Lorraine mused. "He said he would give me the patrol plan of the second formation in St. Johns. Do you think it can succeed?"

"You gave him a full five hundred pounds. For the old gambler, if he really couldn't get the patrol plan, he would blow up the chener Basque pier and make the second formation completely unable to get out of the port."

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Click, click

The undulating bluestone road echoed with the sound of brisk and energetic footsteps.

Following the sound, the sun illuminates a pair of small and exquisite brown leather boots.

The owner of the boots is wearing a light green supporting skirt and a top hat of the same color. Under the plain yarn, Zhang Qiaoxiao's beautiful face, big eyes, upturned nose, blond hair, green eyes and a little red lips are reflected.

She looked young, still young between her eyebrows, and her pretty face couldn't hide Yingying's baby fat.

These characteristics make her look very small, even if she is not small at all. Even if her height of about 170 cm is not outstanding, it will not be too inferior to standing among men.

Beauty, vitality, childishness, and the hidden heroism revealed by glancing at Hong from time to time, she attracted most of the attention in the street as soon as she appeared. The women looked at her curiously, and the young man looked at her with a red face.

She didn't feel it, holding a half old but clean suitcase in her hands, holding her slender neck high, she looked for the door numbers on both sides of the road.

"33, 34 and 35 Wesley Street are gone. The next room is 37..."

This is Boston.

To be exact, it is the North District and old district of Boston. The pioneers came to this desolate land by boat. They built the original Boston according to the mountain with three hills as the center, which is the land under their feet.

After more than 100 years of development, it has become the most beautiful and pleasant place in Boston. Dense and compact Greek buildings are scattered on both sides of the road, outlining streets according to the ups and downs, converging radially towards the center of the town, the round and towering lighthouse mountain.

The pure white lighthouse stands on the top of the mountain. The bright yellow lights illuminate the earth, guide and attract waves of pioneering people with dreams and hopes.

This is the history and glory of Boston.

"God was with the pioneer. I hope he can be equal to me... Sure enough, I still like this town."

The girl showed a brilliant smile, put down her suitcase and gently knocked on the wooden door in front of her.

After a while, a bald man in a chef's suit pulled out the door and said in a rough voice, "our shop starts business at 3 p.m. every day, and only makes dinner and supper."

The girl didn't think so, pulled up her skirt and leaned slightly: "are you short of people here?"

The big man was stunned.

"Even if there is a shortage of people, I don't want to use those disobedient Hicks."

"I am a city man, well-educated and know how to repay kindness."

The big man's eyes narrowed: "what's particular about eating?"

"I don't eat fish on Friday. Besides, I'm not particular about my diet."

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The man led the girl into the house. After a while, he took out a sealed letter from the house and handed it to the girl.

"I always thought my aunt would introduce a cultured gentleman. Unexpectedly, it was a beautiful lady."

The girl played with the hard letter of the letter: "it's not because Boston is not peaceful these days. Men are too conspicuous when they first arrive, women are not conspicuous, and some things are much easier to do."

"I see!" the man laughed. "Rupee Oran, under secretary of Massachusetts colonial affairs of the royal secret service, nice to meet you, beautiful lady."

"Sigrit Christina tracia, special operations Commissioner of the eighth company of the 52nd regiment of the British army, if you feel awkward, you can call me sigger."

"Austrian?"

"Austrian, Nederland."

The big man flushed excitedly: "it seems that the old men in New England are going to be serious this time!"

"Of course, uncle olan." sig shouted sweetly, his voice was full of magnetism and showed the charm of irrefutable temptation.

The big man blushed with shame and had nowhere to put his big hands.

"Then what... I'll call you a carriage. Kedalir villa is at the foot of Lighthouse mountain, several kilometers away!"

"Then I'll wait for the bus outside. Thank you, uncle."

With that, SIG picked up his suitcase and opened the door. Like a beautiful sculpture, he stood quietly at the entrance of the alley and fused between the red wall and the green brick.

A drunken man fell behind her, motionless and dead.

Seager's mouth sparked a sarcastic smile: "it fell like an idiot Harry."

The drunk man was still as calm as a dead body, but his voice floated out of the crack in the brick.

"Although I knew you were going to wear women's clothes... When I really saw it, I still felt sick."

"No way." Seager sighed helplessly. "I have had too many beautiful encounters in this city. Simple makeup can't protect my identity."

"So you just hide your gender, which makes people completely unable to associate in the right direction. Isn't it, captain?"

"Please call me sig here, or miss tracia."

"It's disgusting."

"Each other."

Lieutenant Harry was silent for a moment.

"Go... Miss tracia, you're going to be a tutor at the home of major general kedalir, the commander of the central Boston corps, aren't you?"

"It was arranged before."

"I'm worried..."

"Worried?"

"You are now dressed like this. What will you do if the stupid major general starts to pursue you?"

Seager raised his eyebrows: "don't worry, capturing women's hearts is my specialty. Few people know better than me what kind of women will deter men."

"In that case... How can we contact you in the future?"

"Only the three of you can contact me, location..." sig looked around the street and immediately locked a florist not far from the opposite side, "77 Wesley street, Evelyn's natural flavor florist. In the future, I will be there at 3:30 p.m. every day. After half an hour, remember not to leave anything on paper."

"Yes. So before the new order is issued, shall we continue to check the underground street?"

"The Continental Army, the city hall, the people's army, the Puritan church and us... There have been several mysterious assassinations during this period, which shows that in addition to the above five forces, there is another wave of people hiding in Boston. We should find it as soon as possible."

As the carriage appeared at the end of the road, Seager stamped his foot gently.

"Well, here comes the carriage. Remember to tell me when you have news. That's all for today."

As soon as she spoke, the drunk shook twice as if he suddenly woke up, then staggered to his feet and staggered into the corner.

The carriage stopped and SIG got into the carriage with his suitcase.

"Oh, variables... I hate variables most." she whispered, "when you find them out, will you bury them or hang them?"

The driver suddenly opened the partition glass and put his head in: "what did miss just say?"

Seager's expression was flawless.

"Sir! I said please go to kedalir villa on lighthouse mountain. I'm a little carsick. Please drive steadily, thank you!"