Chapter 715

The lion floats quietly in the sea about two kilometers away from the Green Island Islands. With all the sails and lights, it looks like a ghost wandering in the night.

She's in bad shape.

When she left the port, she lost her ability to make emergency braking in the shallow water. The three concentrated and compact direct attacks demolished half of the stern tower, which not only damaged the shape of the ship, but also hurt the transmission of the rudder.

Her rudder stock had been scarred by bonette's axe, but now it was hurt more and more, affecting the operation. Even if it was left to a helmsman of Bell's level, it would be difficult for her to survive another steering.

If this is on the ocean, the lion is actually no different from the coffin.

But the Massachusetts Bay is barely a combination of offshore and the North Atlantic. She still has the opportunity to save herself. As for the price, the crew must face countless times more risks than in the ocean.

Icebergs, reefs, changeable and scattered wind belts, even the ocean currents split by the islands can become her cage and trap her at sea forever and forever.

Even so, Shaq used his last chance to turn the rudder for action near the island.

Near the island is very dangerous for the current lion. It is more dangerous to be close to the ring islands with natural havens such as the Green Island Islands. Night navigation is the third factor to increase the risk.

In order to put the ship in this safe position, Lorraine carefully and carefully corrected the course for nearly an hour, reducing the speed from 2 knots to less than 0.5 knots.

Fortunately, Lorraine successfully completed the most delicate sailing operation in his life. He not only sent the ship to the right position, but also successfully saved the rudder without breaking the fragile rudder stock on the way to turn the rudder.

Now... It's time to part.

In the dark, the sailors carefully lowered the submarines loaded with food, fresh water, ropes and other tools to the sea.

Haina jumped up first, followed by Carmen and Noah.

Ann Drake stood in front of her husband with les in her arms and red eyes.

Shaq gently stroked her face, smiled and said, "Ann, this return voyage is very dangerous. The successor of Tavistock can't take risks with the current owner."

"Lorraine will take good care of you and take you safely to the North American continent. If I return to chanar Basque, I will contact you as soon as possible and take you back to me."

Ann nodded heavily and bit her lips, trying not to cry.

"Shaq, can I look forward to it?"

"No one knows when God will call himself." Shaq looked into Ann's eyes. "I can only tell you that I will work hard to the last minute and will never give up the chance to live."

"I believe you!"

Shaq smiled happily.

He gently rubbed Les' hair, rubbed it for a while, took a close step forward, hugged his wife and kissed her gently.

"I love you, Ann."

"I love you too, Shaq."

"Whatever the outcome, take care of LES."

"No one can hurt him." Ann solemnly promised, "les and I will wait for you to come back."

"I'll come back and get on the boat."

After seeing off his wife, Shaq silently looked at his hard core courtier Amani.

Amani's lips moved a few times: "Your Excellency, can I apply to stay on the ship?"

"Unfortunately, I can't." Shaq was as strong as ever. "Armani, from the heart, your talent, ability and even communication skills are not suitable for becoming a general of the Royal Navy. Your only strength is loyalty, but it's a one-time thing."

"Protect your mistress. If we can meet again, you will complete the transfer from Colonel to general in London. If tonight is the last time we meet... Retire from the army. The people in Tavistock's old house are old, Les is still too young, and needs a loyal housekeeper who can grow up with him."

"Yes... Sir!"

In this way, only Lorraine was left to get off the ship.

Shack stood in front of Lorraine and looked carefully at his brother who had loved him all his life, but he had never been able to make a heart again more than ten years ago.

"Double knives are good for you, as always."

"In fact, your knife doesn't match me at all." Lorraine shook his head in disgust. "It's too short and too light."

Shack shrugged helplessly: "I ordered the same set of knives as you. It's a pity that they can't be waved by me."

"You know we can easily escape into Boston?" Lorraine suddenly asked. "Everyone can be saved, and Americans won't take you as a prisoner."

"But the Americans will get the lion and master the secret technology of making battleships. I won't take the risk." Shaq refused naturally.

"Then let everyone abandon the ship and land on the island. Green Island is only two kilometers away from here, and we have an entire night." Lorraine racked his brains. "If you're worried that the lion will become an opponent's booty, you can chisel and sink her or blow her up before abandoning the ship."

"You mean, let a total of 550 sailors with big arms and round waist hide in a piece of island jungle at the East and West corners two kilometers away?"

"Maybe you can go to the island with me," Lorraine said quickly. "You are a white flag admiral and a hereditary Baron of the kingdom. The whole British soldiers who are more noble than you can count them with one hand. In this hand, I promise that no second person will take such a dangerous task by himself!"

"But what about the lion?"

"A broken ship of thirteen years old and costing 55000 pounds? You can try to let Chris Emmons take her back to Hong Kong. He is a major general. Even if he sinks with the ship, he will not disgrace the reputation of the ship!"

"He will surrender," said Shaq firmly. "There is a poisonous snake in his body. When he is around me, he can be more loyal than the most loyal soldier in the world, but once he leaves my bondage, betrayal is not an unspeakable decision."

Lorraine wanted to knock Shaq out.

"Shack Francis Drake, the distinguished Baron Tavistock, do you really know what decision you are making?"

"You're going to put your noble life on the turntable to bet on the success rate of 136. If you fail, the next parent of the century Drake family is the little guy who can only wipe saliva on strangers' trouser legs and stare at them to scare and cry!"

"Compared with the poor orphans and widows, is a broken boat so important?"

"She's very important!" said Shaq, biting the root of the word. "She's not only your Majesty's ship, but also Drake's ship! Elia Drake's spirit is attached to somewhere on the ship. Even if she is doomed to die, I won't let her suffer unnecessary insult!"

Two drakes gasped heavily, and in the deep night, a head-on conflict broke out more than a decade later.

Shaq suddenly laughed, gave up arguing, raised his feet and turned around.

Lorraine's voice came up from behind, cold as ice: "if you die, Liverpool's two uncles won't let Les live to adulthood. This is the only way for them to get the title and Tavistock."

"If..." said Shaq in Lorraine's tone, "you promised to go back to Tavistock when I died."

"I won't go."

"Really? What a pity. My son is dead..."