Two Hundred and Forty First Justice Requires Bloodshed

As Lorraine said, Americans do get it.

As soon as the pirate flag on the Jackdaw appeared, the entire pier and even the entire sea area suddenly boiled.

People come and go, telling each other.

The crew of the Jackdaw couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until the two American gunboats signaled non-combat that they formed a formal escort formation in front of them that they realized that Baltimore was welcoming them.

High specification welcome.

The navy escorted, the pier was cleared, and a huge water tank was opened urgently. Seven or eight pilots ran and scattered, and sent the Jackdaw into this luxurious VIP cabin in the form of relay.

Not long after, the ship stopped and the water gate was closed.

The deck was put down on the Jackdaw, Lorraine led Carmen off the ship slowly, stood by the plank road, looked at the pilot in the cabin and smiled without saying a word.

It's not that he intends to make a big deal.

Being in a remote place in a foreign land, a smile or a greeting can often make people integrate into the environment quickly, and most of the time it is a profitable and cost-effective business.

But this moment is different from "most of the time".

On a bigger scale, the Chesapeake Bay was strongly blocked by Shaq, and Baltimore, known as the Pearl of the Atlantic, was deserted and decayed, and there were almost no commercial ships entering and leaving the row of piers.

But that's not to say Baltimore has no ships.

In fact, there are very few free berths here, and even if fishing boats are excluded, there are still a large number of ships floating on the sea.

Most of those ships are warships from the United States and France, and the total number may exceed twenty. The forts along the coast are also in a state of waiting for battle, and the armed guard has been extended to 60 kilometers outside the port. Lorraine encountered the US warship on that invisible boundary.

This shows that Baltimore is always tense about Shaq's reaction, and the wind is jittery, and there is nothing to do.

And in this situation, the Jackdaw flying the pirate flag broke through, and Lorraine could imagine the anticipation and vigilance.

Speaking from a young age, the information Earl Galvez gave Lorraine included all the smuggling piers in the thirteen states of the United States. The militias of each state are paid by the states themselves, and the arms delivered in Baltimore are only targeted at the Continental Army.

Arms smuggling involves a lot of sensitive materials and money. It is understandable to choose a closed water warehouse as the delivery location, but Lorraine thought that they would complete the agreement on an ordinary berth before sailing into the designated warehouse.

It is too urgent to drive directly into the water tank and close the water door.

Although Lorraine is confident that the Americans will not repurchase for a mere shipment of supplies, but without the previous communication, it is really difficult for Lorraine to guarantee whether they are welcome or interrogated.

The best way right now is to wait and see what happens, wait for the other party to show sincerity in communication, and then go downhill and take the initiative to make up for the missing link of trust.

However, the other party seems to think so too...

Lorraine and Carmen waited for a long time by the side of the ship, but no one came up to contact them. There were thirty or forty strong infantrymen with guns scattered around the water tank, and the crew of the Jackdaw did not dare to disembark. Ready to go state.

It's just a water tank...

With the Jackdaw's firepower and defense, it might be difficult to get out of the pier, but if it just collapsed the water tank, there would be no problem at all.

A competition of patience.

The unnecessary stalemate lasted for half an hour, and neither Lorraine nor Carmen spoke. But Carmen's physical strength seemed to be at its limit, Lorraine's arm was getting heavier and heavier, and she was trembling slightly.

Lorraine realized that he couldn't wait any longer, so he put on a regretful expression and raised his arms silently.

Katerina's voice echoed across the deck.

"Raise the anchor, open the poop gun door, and load the solid ammunition!"

The clear voice echoed between the beams and columns of the water tank, and the atmosphere in the tank suddenly became tense.

The infantrymen who were scattered all over stood in unison, their spears clenched tightly, and they wanted to raise their guns, but they dared not move without orders.

Looking at their appearance, Lorraine became more confident, and waved his raised arms heavily.

Karen and Wang also appeared on the side, one on the left and one on the right,

Each with thirty sailors armed with guns.

"Muzzle up, line up! Load!"

The sailors knelt on the deck in unison, biting open the paper shells of lead bullets with bared teeth, and filled the ammunition into Charleville's deep gun chamber.

"Stand by! Wait for orders!"

Boom! La!

All the rifles were raised neatly, their muzzles raised overboard like hedgehogs, each maintaining a subtle ten-degree upward.

The restlessness in the water tank became more obvious. The Americans endured it, but still did not make a formal statement.

Lorraine sighed deeply, held Carmen tight, turned around, and boarded the ship again.

His shiny leather boots had just stepped on the board, and a corner of the water tank finally made a meaningful sound.

"Enough, sir. You're here for business, but you're acting aggressive like you're about to go to war with America!"

Lorraine stopped without looking back.

"Business is a continuation of trust. I thought the French had trust in the hearts of Americans, but now it seems that it is just wishful thinking."

A handsome young man in military uniform walked out of the crowd with a cold expression on his face.

"Since you call yourself a friend of liberty, you should show your sincerity. Hard-nosed Americans are fighting strong and underserved all over the West Coast, and Baltimore is our only hope. You should understand that there is no room for slack here. "

"However, I don't understand." Lorraine stood leaning on the ship's plank, straightened his waist, "You see Baltimore as hope, but sit back and watch the British block the mouth of the bay and let the dead bodies of friends who yearn for justice sink into the sea. Even , My crew and I have gone through life and death, and you still want me to express my sincerity! What sincerity? An arrest warrant signed by the King of England himself?"

A blush flashed across the young man's handsome face: "You clearly know that we only need you to take the initiative to reveal your identity!"

"I have already revealed my identity!" Lorraine raised his hand, pointing directly at the rose pirate flag attached to the top of the mast, "I am a free pirate, an outlaw lunatic, the nightmare of Britain, and the darling of the sea! On the contrary, it is you, officer I don't see anything that can be called sincerity, sir, except to berate me on the shore with tied hands. Speaking of which, I don't even know your name."

The young man froze for a moment: "I'm Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, a lumberjack from Pennsylvania, a colonel in the Continental Army, and an aide-de-camp to Commander-in-Chief Washington."

Unexpectedly, instead of seeing John Adams, the speaker of Baltimore, he met Adams' close friend Hamilton first...

Lorraine raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and ordered the crew to disarm.

"Colonel Hamilton, I am Edward Kenway, a farmer from Louisiana, the head of the Rose Pirates, and also the governor of Louisiana, the freight forwarder of the newly appointed Earl of Louisiana, Mr. Galvez."

"Freight forwarder?"

"Yes, Earl Fan's aid to the United States will be sent to my cargo hold once it arrives in New Orleans, and I will be solely responsible for the subsequent delivery, delivery, coordination, feedback and other matters."

Lorraine put on a warm smile like a spring breeze, and heard the anchor chain falling into the water.

"The earl is a noble person in the world, even if he regrets, he can't take risks. But he said that justice requires bloodshed, and countless people need to shed blood for it."

He said, walked, and walked across the long plank road, and stood alone in front of Colonel Hamilton, condescending.

"Mr. Colonel, I am but a meager courier, a bloody, insignificant sea courier who voluntarily sacrificed himself for the just cause of America."