Assassin’s Adventure

"Hahaha, they don't dare to chase!"

The sailors hanging on the ropes looked at the pirate ship covered in flames, and the Fallinn, which had gradually turned, cheered, which resonated with more sailors.

This is undoubtedly a huge victory, and they beat these pirates to the bottom without losing any hands.

"Hahaha……"

Gordon squinted as he looked at the pirate ship that was gradually moving away. Pirates at sea had no chivalry at all, and there was no so-called humanitarianism. Even if a friendly ship was sunk, the sailor was ups and downs in the water holding a wooden board. , are ignored.

Do you still expect the Jackdaw to rescue you?

"Everyone cheers up, now is not the time to relax, let's leave this sea area." Gordon ordered loudly.

At this time, the sky is just clear, the wind has slowed down, and it is a new day.

The sailors who had been busy all night were a little sleepy. During the battle, everyone was nervous and focused. Once the battle was over, the sailors had been drenched in the rain all night, and the fatigue broke out. It was safe, and many sailors fell directly on the deck and fell asleep.

Gordon stretched and felt a little sleepy at the moment.

"Captain, let me come, you go to rest first."

As the first mate, it was obligatory for Coolidge to take over as the captain at this time.

Gordon looked at Curic, who was also tired, and shook his head with a smile: "You go to rest first, we said, three hours later, you will take over again."

Seeing Gordon's persistence, Coolid nodded and decided to rest.

At this moment, only Allen and five other sailors were left with Gordon. He took out the compass, constantly corrected the course, and continued to go according to the predetermined goal.

When Gordon finally waited for Coolidge to change shifts, he pushed open the door of the captain's room and saw a large hole in the back and a solid iron bullet, as well as the pages of the book that were constantly flying because of the air movement, and the completely covered Broken table fragments.

These books were only purchased from the port of La Guaira when they were sailing. It took less than two days for them to be reimbursed directly. What’s even more frustrating is that the nautical chart and sextant were smashed.

But at the moment, he was tired and couldn't take care of it too much, so he could only close the wooden door again, and then lay on his soft bed, not to mention, while looking at the scenery outside, he really had the feeling of a sea view room.

Under the cool sea breeze, looking at the reefs, sand dunes, and coconut trees in the distance, I suddenly thought of the Penghu Bay, humming a song, and fell asleep...

Early the next morning, Gordon was woken up by hunger and slept all day.

He kicked open the door and shouted, "Ellen, find something to eat for your captain, I'm going to starve to death."

At this time, Alan, who was at the helm, directly handed over the control to the sailor on the side, and then ran up to Gordon: "Captain, you finally woke up. I don't know if you thought you were dead inside."

Gordon slapped him directly on the forehead: "Why are you talking, I'm going to get you something to eat, by the way, what about Coolidge?"

Allen received the slap and hurriedly ran under the cabin: "The first officer is pumping water with the crew."

Seeing Allen being so frizzy, Gordon rolled his eyes, and followed him down toward the cabin.

In the end, two pieces of white bread, plus a cup of chocolate, temporarily filled Gordon's stomach. In the lowest cabin, five sailors pushed the huge winch, and the water that spread to the knees in the cabin kept pressing out. Counting the loss of cargo.

"How's it going?"

Gordon wiped his mouth, looked at Coolidge with a serious face and asked.

"It's a heavy loss, Captain. Five boxes of sugar fell into the water during the battle, as well as cocoa beans and tobacco. We lost at least three hundred silver coins."

"...The loss is a bit serious!" Gordon's face began to twitch. His money was not brought by the strong wind. Three hundred silver coins were lost in vain. Sure enough, merchant ships are not suitable for fighting against pirates.

With shaking hands, he pulled out a cigar and struck a match.

"Actually, the loss is more than so much..."

Coolidge was about to continue speaking.

"Wait, wait, let me light the cigarette first."

Gordon took a sharp puff of the cigar, and then slowly exhaled the smoke, feeling that his mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Go ahead and talk."

"If you take into account the cost of shells, gunpowder, whale oil, and the maintenance of the ship, it will cost you two or three hundred silver coins..."

Hearing these words, Gordon almost slipped and stepped into the water, but still managed to pull Curry back to his feet: "Did you count the captain's room that was punched through?"

Coolidge made a hasty calculation on the paper: "In the captain's room, if you break any sextant, chart, etc., plus the maintenance cost, it will be about sixty silver coins."

Hearing that Gordon was bad, he took two more puffs of the cigar in his hand, and then smashed it on the slate beside him. Why, because of such a huge loss, he might not be able to smoke the cigar in the future, so he could only save a little. .

"Morgan, tell me how much we lost?"

The latter opened the account on the side, and the staff on it recruited ~www.readwn.com~ supplies, goods, plus the cattle, sheep, jars, utensils necessary for sailing, cleaning tools, etc. purchased by Gordon.

"Captain, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Well, good news."

"The good news is, Captain, if all the goods in this ship are sold, we should still earn a thousand silver coins."

"Then... what about the bad news?"

"The bad news is, of course, that you could have made two thousand dollars. Promise me, don't fight with pirates in the future, we can't afford to fight..."

Gordon was a little silent, but finally nodded. He is still in the most basic starting stage. If he does not have such a huge capital, he will fight with others. The Jackdaw is not a black pearl, and there is no way to repair it indefinitely.

In order to remember this lesson, Gordon personally took the sailors and started to repair the holes in the ship, plugging the holes with the wooden boards originally stored in the supply bay, and making the simplest repairs, although they were as fragile as paper, and even It may still be submerged in sea water, but at least it is not so windy, isn't it?

Looking at such a brand-new ship, it was beaten like this only three days after it was born. Of course, Gordon was bleeding in his heart, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​recruiting a boatman.

"Mitch, do you know which shipyard is better?"

Mickey is an old man. He has followed Coolidge to many places, so he should know.

"Captain, the shipbuilding in Havana is actually pretty good, but it's the place of the Spaniards, so they won't necessarily buy it. The best one in the UK is the Royal Shipyard, and in private, it's probably Detford."

"Looks like it's time to make time for a trip to England!"

Whether it is Burton's letter of recommendation or shipbuilding, the British mainland is a place worth visiting.