Chapter 302

"Anchor, alas!"

"Unload the rum and replace it with the goods of the day before yesterday! Damn it, it's Indian Pottery! Take it easy, take it easy!"

"Master zuanka sent cheese and bacon and asked some people to pick him up in a small boat! His boat is too big to enter the berth!"

"According to the news from the sentry tower, there is a living ship, Bermuda brigantin type. The bow looks like a strange crow, beating the flag of master Pedro of Spain!"

"Irian, check it out! Come on, you lazy bones!"

"The captain said, cheer up these days! The boy Drake who doesn't know his life and death declared war with us on tortoise island. Don't turn over the boat in the ditch!"

"The Irian is at anchor! The sea is clear... Shit! Tell the two boats to make way for the turning area! Where's the pilot? Run!"

The berths on Bimini North Island are full of busy noise.

Large ships, small ships, departing, entering, loading, unloading, walking towards the forest, coming out of the forest

If you don't look at the skeleton flags everywhere on the forest islands and reefs, everyone will think that they are in a busy small fishing village, a new commercial port that is taking shape day by day.

Cotton Jack VII was once a successful businessman. Whether he was forced to go to the sea because of his initiative or forced, he rose so fast that he was far from forgetting the merchant's instinct.

Therefore, after occupying Bimini Island, his first action began to plan and build the whole archipelago.

In fact, this is also the main means for today's big pirates to get rid of their dependence on Turtle Island.

The Bimini islands have excellent conditions as a commercial port. The area is large enough, with plenty of fresh water, rich resources and pleasant environment.

Cotton jack used the South Island with poor port conditions but flat terrain as a plantation. The people kidnapped from all over the island were stuffed into the island to open up fields and raise cattle and sheep.

Over the past three years, nearly 1000 mu of land and a large pasture have been accumulated there, producing cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, wheat and corn, and more than enough to feed a pirate group of thousands of people.

He also built a fishing port and salt farm on the beach where the south island berth is located, allowing slaves to fish in wooden boats in the middle and east of the inland sea and make salted fish as Bimini's export specialty, which has a good market.

North Island is the base of the pirate regiment.

A crude merchant ship berth has been built in the shelter, which is small in scale and can barely accommodate more than 20 small and medium-sized ships.

Galleons of class 5 or above with a draft of more than 5 meters cannot enter this simple berth.

The only thing that can accommodate them is the No. 1 plank road with good natural conditions and specially widened and deepened. However, it is a special berth for Bloody Mary and Saint Anne. Foreign merchant ships still have to park on the sea surface of the haven and transfer materials through small boats.

Cotton Jack didn't know that his obsession with business made up for the blind spot of Elia's vision.

Because of Bimini's abnormal prosperity, Lorraine couldn't let the three eyed crow sneak in from the east entrance like Sark. The sea was covered with fishing boats, and the rock walls and ridges along the North Island were densely covered with watchposts to monitor the work of slaves.

However, it was also because of the merchant nature of cotton Jack that Lorraine had the opportunity and possibility to carry out the weir plug operation.

Along the underwater sandbank in the west of the island, the three eyed crow drove slowly on the sea.

Just before entering the west entrance, a brigantin with a skeleton flag flying out of the inner sea directly occupied the route of the three eyed crow.

There are pirates on the deck with flags [stop the ship, take in the sails, accept inspection, no anchoring].

The flags fell into Lorraine's eyes

On the deck of the poop, he squinted and leaned against the guardrail, interpreting the order word by word.

A gaudy fat businessman came panting and trotted to him.

"Mr Drake, it's the evil cotton Jack pirates!"

Lorraine smiled: "Mr. Pedro, I also saw the pirate flag. Are you sure it's their ship?"

"Of course! This is their Irian. The captain is lame Romy. Cotton Jack trusts him very much."

"Do you know each other?"

Pedro wiped his sweat nervously: "who dares not to contact the cadres under cotton jack when doing business in Bimini?"

"You can always bring me good news."

Lorraine took out her handkerchief to wipe Pedro's sweat, but no matter how she wiped it, the sweat on her head and face could not be wiped clean.

Lorraine was impatient after only wiping a few times. He slipped the exquisite Oriental silk into the arms of a passing sailor and called him to stop.

"Wash Mr. Pedro's face and make up. In addition, let old Leonard do it according to the requirements of the opposite side, attitude..."

"Despise, but be respectful," Pedro added quickly.

Lorraine shrugged. "Do you hear me? Respectfully, but despise. Don't confuse arrogance."

The sailor snapped and stood at attention. Then he pushed Pedro and said proudly and contemptuously, "if you dare to sweat again, I'll paste the tree wax on your face. Go!"

Pedro quickly followed the sailor, only a few steps. He turned around and looked at Lorraine pitifully.

"Mr. Drake, my son and crew..."

"Your son is taking your crew to cross happily on palm island. As for who will be nailed finally... As we agreed earlier, it depends on whether you can take us back safely."

"Do your best!" the fat translator waved loudly and forcefully, "do your best!"

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Not long after, two small boats slowly leaned against the side of the three eyed crow. Lorraine's sailors threw down the rope ladder and cable and shouted to drag the dirty pirates up.

Bald Barry used to rub his head and looked strangely at the orderly and tidy deck and the proud and despised sailors.

Pedro came out of the stern cabin with his chin up, played with his ruby ring, and greeted Leonard and some sailors.

"Chief mate Barry, why don't I remember that the ships of Pedro's chamber of commerce also need to be checked in the port? Is it captain Romy's meaning? Or the oral order of his Royal Highness the pirate king?"

Bald Barry stared with a frightful stiff smile, revealing his short yellow teeth.

"Lord Pedro, this is routine."

"Oh! Pirates."

Pedro glanced at Leonard discontentedly. Leonard flashed a few steps, raised his hand and stuffed a cloth bag into Barry's arms.

Clatter, nice crisp sound.

Barry weighed the weight of the bag and smiled softly: "Lord Pedro, the head doesn't allow us to blackmail business travelers."

"It's just some dried tobacco from Havana. Chief mate Barry has always wanted to learn to smoke. These tobacco are most suitable for novices."

"I see!" Barry's smile completely connected with his heart. "Master Pedro has bought a new boat?"

"God bless me, I met an express ship in excellent condition. The original ship owner is not well managed, of course I have to help."

"But there seem to be more fresh noodles on the ship..."

"This is a serious Bermuda!" Lord Pedro's eyes widened. "The latest Bermuda, the fastest ship in the world, can't be controlled by the group of third rate sailors accustomed to snaku! Of course, the best sailors, the most professional sailors and the highest motivation!"

"Is that them?"

Barry glanced obliquely at the sailors on the deck and the sailors behind Pedro. He had to admit that the arrogance and agility alone were totally different from the guys he had seen before.

Then he saw Lorraine smiling on the stern deck

That tall figure, lazy bearing, and those two strange long knives hanging on the waist that ordinary people use both hands to control

Bald Barry's pupils shrank sharply.

"Who... Is also hired by you?"

Pedro was stunned and looked back at Lorraine. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't dare to take advantage of this.

"He... He is my European cousin's nephew, an honest and brave Spanish knight."

"Is he Spanish?"

"Black hair, brown pupils, white skin, in addition to Castilians with a little Moorish blood, how can you find such a look in the world!"

Bald Barry found himself completely confused

He rolled his eyes and subconsciously saluted Lorraine.

"Holaamigo." Lorraine smiled back.

Spanish, indeed.

A sense of pride surged from the bottom of bald Barry's heart.

Because he couldn't understand five sentences of Spanish, Lorraine spoke half of them at once, and his enthusiastic tone made him feel very authentic, perhaps more authentic than the Spanish pirates in the regiment.

He suddenly found Lorraine very pleasing.

"Master Pedro, seriously, you have to let your nephew learn French quickly. Spain is declining. Who still speaks Spanish in the Caribbean these days?"

"I'll teach him! And he's my aunt's nephew."

Barry laughed and patted Pedro on the shoulder.

"Your nephew is very good! Very good! If you can't find a suitable job, you can come to me and I'll teach him to be an excellent man!"

This damn familiar pirate!

Pedro's eyes jerked and his cannibal eyes stared at Barry. He was a man who could not see the depravity of his future generations.

Barry laughed more and more happily, and his strong arm swung Pedro to the ground.

"Let's go, boys! Master Pedro is honest. He's our most popular purse!"

"Welcome to the purse!"

"Long live the purse!"

"Long live!"