Chapter 316

On March 6, the five ships in service of the fleet directly under the General Chamber of commerce appeared on the island of Providencia off Nicaragua.

Providencia is an island where only a small number of indigenous fishermen live. Although the island has dense vegetation, the terrain is rugged and there is no water source. The shoal berthing area with limited width can neither support enough ships nor meet the berthing of large enough ships.

In the eyes of whites, this kind of island belongs to "an abandoned place where nature cannot produce value".

The abandoned land is a blessed land in the eyes of the aborigines. Without the redemption of the white people, they can continue the comfortable and poor life handed down by their ancestors. Even because they are close to the Southern Caribbean waterway, they enjoy the benefits brought by the Limited prosperity of Commerce and trade.

The direct fleet plans to rest all night off the island, replenish a small amount of fresh water, and arrive at the meeting place with Nelson's Sea Fleet tomorrow.

The sails were retracted and the anchor was lowered. The Cangqing dewdrop slowly leaned against the side of the golden deer, put up the cable frame, and took Lorraine and Carmen to change ships and dock.

In the eyes of every sailor, the undisturbed boat changing in this micro wave environment is the foundation of the foundation, just like eating, drinking water and running on the deck.

But Carmen still can't do it well.

Even if she had been on the ship for more than a year, she still couldn't step on the soft rope ladder, clutching the swaying stick with both hands, and her legs couldn't be arranged at the right angle anyway.

Lorraine waited depressed for a long time. He simply picked up an empty mast rope from the side, threw it out, and asked the sailors below to pull up an additional hanging rope similar to the railing, hold Carmen in one hand and the hanging rope in the other hand, so he walked straight down with his head held high.

Carmen cringed in Lorraine's arms and asked, "you did it on purpose!"

"Deliberately?" Lorraine reacted for a long time. Carmen said Haina. "Oh, I'm not a teenager."

"But to be exact, your age is really only 19 years and 8 months."

"Er..." Lorraine jumped down the ladder and put Carmen down unhappily. "Believe it or not, although I do have a lot of resentment about Haina's stabbing the account book with a flying knife and locking the bedroom door, I won't take you to annoy her. It doesn't respect her or you."

"Really?" Carmen turned to Lorraine with her hands behind her. "To be honest, I really hope you're angry with me."

"Hope?"

"Haven't you spoken for a week? I didn't expect that asasin and whalers, who are as powerful as non-human, will also have a childish side."

"Whalers don't expect to hear things that people don't understand from socialists."

"We're monsters who eat by understanding," Carmen laughed. "You don't understand unless you don't want to understand."

"What a mouthful."

Carmen came forward to take Lorraine and leaned his head against his arm.

"I miss it. The last time I was held by you was in Guernsey."

Lorraine rolled her eyes: "I know that when she fell ill, Haina kept taking care of me, just like Guernsey's injury. But she had to apologize first. It's basic. There's no reason to lock her captain and beautiful housekeeper in the room and run away on her own!"

"Ah, the reason why you are angry is that you are locked with McCarthy."

"Don't avoid the important!"

"So... Colonel Nelson?"

Lorraine's head was full of black lines. He pulled out his hand and made an independent bow.

"Ashore, Southern Caribbean... I heard it's very different here."

……

With half a sail open, the green dew staggered into the humble wharf close to the beach. The sailors jumped out of the ship, pushed and dragged the ten meter long ship and grounded it on the pink coral sand.

Lorraine jumped off the side of the ship with Carmen in his hand. Looking around, he saw a scene of fishermen quite different from the prosperity.

On the shoal, canoes loved by Indian sea people are moored everywhere, with sharp ends, some with sails and some without sails.

There are branches in the sand and nets hanging. The children run around the nets and have fun. The women in plain clothes bare their healthy bronze shoulders and talk about Tianbu nets drying fish.

There were also a limited number of Indian men who rested around the small short plank road, which was closer to the symbolic meaning for the white world. When they saw the direct fleet anchoring in the distance, they gathered in high spirits and prepared to receive rare guests.

Lorraine took a deep breath and smelled the purest salty and sweet soil aroma.

There were three men, a middle-aged man and two young men, who were receiving the Cangqing dew. The middle-aged man was taking a young man with him to communicate with the captain of the Cangqing dew about the details of supplying water to the fleet directly under him, leaving a young man with a beautiful face to accompany Lorraine and Carmen without talking, just waiting for possible assignments.

Obviously, they have more dealings with whites. Even if the aborigines understand the special needs of the guests for "special feeling", they will inevitably be contaminated with the vanity and appearance of the civilized world.

Lorraine looked at the fishing port and asked, "what's your name?"

"Didi, Didi varando, my Lord."

Lorraine doubted that the little bastard was taking advantage of himself, because what he said was not pure Spanish but definitely not harmful to communication, but the name sounded like "Dad's" in English.

But Lorraine also knew that this malicious speculation was groundless.

Spaniards pronounce their paternal elders in the p-word system, such as Papa and Padre. Just as the Japanese call themselves "Daye", they certainly don't think they can take advantage of "Uncle" when they see the Chinese one day.

However, Lorraine still can't say

He took a deep breath after he went to the island and replaced it with proficient Spanish: "your Spanish is very good, varando."

"Grandpa taught me. When he was young, he sailed a boat for you white people. Later, he came back with a broken leg and taught us to speak white words in the village."

Lorraine laughed with a vague smile.

"There are many kinds of white people's words. You speak Spanish. I thought Spanish taught you in the past."

"I know I speak Spanish, and LEV taught me French and Viking, but I can't learn well, and it's your master who speaks Spanish like this."

DiedI looked at Lorraine strangely.

Because he found that Lorraine didn't seem to listen to him very much. He never knew when to start. Lorraine's eyes were a little stunned and his attention didn't know where to go.

Carmen also found this problem. She stepped forward and naturally took over the topic: "diedI, are there many Spaniards coming to your island?"

"Businessmen, pirates and warships mostly come to supply water, and some come with flour and water to exchange fur and salted fish. Few say anything else, but the real big ships are basically British warships..."

The flickering voice echoed in Lorraine's ear, but he couldn't hear much.

He was watching a canoe slowly pull up to the shore not far away. A pure white man with a mountain like physique and a moon like forehead jumped down from the canoe.

He only wrapped a piece of animal skin around his waist, revealing his curly and strong muscles, as well as more than a dozen crisscross wounds on his muscles.

There was a particularly tragic wound. He rolled his skin from his left shoulder down to his right waist, and cut the whole chest in two. Even if it had healed, it was not difficult to imagine his struggle and pain between life and death when he was injured.

He waded in the water, barefoot stepped on the soft sand, dragged a five meter long canoe to the beach on his own, then picked up a running indigenous child, threw it high into the sky, and then picked it up steadily.

"Nyold is on the bus. Are you Lev Eriksson's Lev?"

Leff looked vaguely along the voice, his pupils as light blue as death, awakening light bit by bit.

"Whaling boy on the British island, Lorraine... Drake?"