Reborn As a Pirate

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine DAY Five: The Gate of Hell

In the early morning of May 10th, the route from Le Lorain, Martinique to Sainte-Marie, Cape Herlings.

Cape Hellingers is a protruding land edge near the town of St. Mary. The span is not too large. The extension of less than 100 meters is towering and steep. It is divided into two in the middle, leaving only a straight line of more than 20 meters wide. The thoroughfare forms the peculiar landform of the inner cliff and the outer screen, which is similar in shape to those steep passes on land.

This peculiar route is called "the gate of hell" by the local aborigines.

Hell is a paraphrase of Quechua.

Any system of myths and legends will not lack the ominous concept of despair of containing and leading to death. Since it is solemnly used as a name, this area has naturally carried some misfortunes.

This is the favorite offshore hunting ground for pirates. The long and narrow passage will generate steady strong winds. The two towering walls restrict the field of vision and make it impossible to detect ambushes outside the gorge.

So even if it takes half a day to go around, ships familiar with local maritime affairs will try to avoid this dangerous place and choose a wider and more comfortable coastal route.

Of course, the noble Siegfried is definitely not familiar with maritime affairs in this area, and he has no reason to detour when faced with an obvious shortcut.

Shrill voices echoed from the lookout of the Lucky Horseshoe.

"The target light is captured ahead, the direction is due south, the distance is 8 kilometers, and the wind is down. The route is confirmed, and the target has entered the gate of hell!"

"Sure enough, Mr. Narlo..." Zirned tightly held the silk handkerchief in his hand, "Sail, speed up, and catch up! The distance of 8 kilometers is too long, and we will miss the last Great attack position!"

The adjutant stood on the side worriedly, and reminded softly: "Sir, I don't doubt the legality of your inspection of suspicious ships, but it's just a night flight, the light in the canyon is not enough, and the visibility may be less than 1 kilometer, so why not chase after it rashly? ..."

"Are you worried about an ambush at the mouth of the gorge, Lieutenant?"

"Master Mingjian!"

"You are worrying too much, Lieutenant." Zirned sneered and shook his head, "The gates of hell have no retreat, and the target is always in front of us. Even if there are pirates hidden in the gorge, the target will blow them out. We There is plenty of time to react."

"But as you said, the target is suspected of being a pirate, and it is very likely that his accomplice is lying in ambush at the mouth of the gorge!"

"You need to calm down, my lieutenant.

Zirned shook his hands impatiently, "First, the target is only suspected of pirates for the time being, and there is no evidence to prove that they are pirates." "

"Second, the ambush at the mouth of the gorge is just speculation, and there is no evidence to confirm the existence of the ambush."

"Third, even if both are confirmed, the possibility of them being accomplices is still very slim."

"Use your brain well. Your assumption is that the other party clearly knows that we are trailing behind, and then uses themselves as bait to lure us into the trap."

"Is this possible? Is it highly likely?"

"In the state of night flight, the lookout is useless. The naked eye is our most reliable observation tool, which means that the observation range of night flight is almost impossible to reach 5 kilometers. Considering the light source of the canyon, the visibility may only be guaranteed to be poor. 1 km."

"The distance between us is a full 8 kilometers, they can't see us at all, but we can easily track them through the light of the wind lantern!"

"Will sneaky people put themselves in a disadvantageous position? Only the most basic empathy is needed, and you can conclude that they don't know anything about the pursuers behind them, so they have enough Just worry about the shipwreck caused by the collision."

"Trap talk is nonsense! They are dead!"

"Shortly after, we will come from behind in their horror, take the ship, board the ship, kill everyone on the ship, and grab every gold coin from them, without anyone noticing..."

The adjutant was terrified by Zirned's ferocious expression, and his worries had already disappeared.

He stood upright with a snap, and saluted solemnly: "Sir...you are wise!"

The Lucky Horseshoe with its full sails finally followed the Golden Deer into the gate of hell. Zirned was isolated on the bow, and his mind had already flown to the battlefield of blood and fire.

he knows.

He has long heard that the nobles who stayed in Europe have become corrupt and depraved, and they are far from being satisfied with the excitement brought by luxury and sex games.

For the sake of so-called fun, they began to play with life.

Cruel jackals pretend to be saints, pick their favorite toys from the crowd, slowly stir up their desires, and pick them up to a high place. When they get tired of playing and have enough, they will destroy the towering tower with one blow. Enjoy the poignant desperation of the toys...

How similar...

Siegfried Narlo is the best among jackals, and Zirned... Isn't he just that stupid and pathetic toy?

Why didn't you notice it earlier?

The sky will not fall into the sky, such a simple truth, why can't I remember it before?

Damn it! Damn it!

Untraceable rumors, the hostile Renault, the perfidious Prio, and finally, the bloodstained silk handkerchief that decided everything...

Such an exquisite game, people are in the urn without knowing it, even if Zirned recalls it now, he still feels amazing.

He lost convincingly!

but!

The lofty Siegfried is not invulnerable.

No matter because of being in a foreign land or to continue this cruel game, no matter what the reason is, Siegfried hid his identity.

It was hidden so well that there were very few people in Leloran who knew the truth.

Zirned keenly spotted the last chance to counterattack.

He provoked the greed of the sailors with Siegfried's wealth, and provided them with reasons to act with untenable pirate conjectures. Who in this world doesn't know?

Only poverty is the only standard of goodness, and behind every gold coin is evil!

Destroy it, destroy it!

Now that there is no cure for my life, let that noble son of a wealthy family who was once unattainable be buried with me!

The funeral is ready!

Looking at the boundless darkness in front of him, Zirned grinned, revealing his neat white teeth.

"I... nothing wrong, nothing wrong. From the very beginning, this world was wrong."

...

On the other side of the strait, Nelson leaned on his command sword and stood silently on the top of the stern deck.

In front of him is a funnel-shaped sea area, the wide side is connected to the Atlantic Ocean, and the narrow side is the exit of the channel of the Hellingers Strait.

The Badger and the Wasp are mooring on both sides of the gorge in a relatively stationary parallel posture, the distance between the two ships is less than 30 meters, the sails are fully retracted, and the anchor is heavily anchored into the water.

This posture has been maintained for more than four hours.

Last night, since Collingwood brought the news of the deployment of the net, Nelson had ordered the Badger and the Wasp to move from the hiding point to the combat readiness area. They hid in such a frightened way for the whole day, and it was not until nightfall that the two ships entered cautiously. to the pre-battle position.

If I remember correctly, it was about nine to ten o'clock in the evening.

Although Lorraine promised to lure the target into the net before the star rises to the top, after all, it is the first time for the two sides to cooperate in a naval battle. Even with his uncle's guarantee, even with the huge praise of the sea school, Nelson is still worried about Lorraine Can it be as promised.

The uncertainty of the ocean is incomparable to solid land. A gust of wind, a wave, a stubborn rock, and a single noise may collapse the voyage. Individual heroism is meaningless at sea. Only the collective is popular on board. Only collective.

But Lorraine seemed to be better at acting alone. He took his boat and his people without their assistance. In other words, he didn't give them a chance to get to know each other.

"Ah! Can I arrive, when will I arrive, and how will I arrive?"

Nelson gritted his teeth and swallowed all the words he spit out into a majestic murmur. Just as he was about to remobilize like a routine, he suddenly heard a strange sound of water in his ears.

He glanced at the first mate, who nodded and said, "It's the sound of breaking waves."

"Cracking waves? Is it the Golden Deer? The Lucky Horseshoe or some other cloven-hoofed animal?"

The sound of breaking waves was getting closer, but the speed of the ship did not decrease by half. After a while, a huge shadow of the ship sailed out from the middle of the Badger and the Wasp, with full sails, and sailed away with the wind.

Nelson saw Lorraine's appearance by the light of the big ship. At the moment of passing by, he raised his hand and threw a harpoon. The sharp point of the harpoon was wrapped in cloth strips, and the long shaft of the fork was wrapped in silk.

"Is it a letter?" Nelson asked. "Bring it to me at once!"

The sailors rushed to bring up Lorraine's letterhead, and Nelson shook it away with one hand, only to see a few lines of writing crookedly printed on it:

【The horseshoe is mine, don't break it】

Nelson burst out laughing suddenly: "Dengxun Hornet, weigh anchor and collect the net!"

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