Two Hundred and Sixty-Six BEACON Ⅰ: No Fish on Friday

Blue waves, clear sky, sea and sky, this is a beautiful scene from the Mid-Atlantic Ridge route.

The Jackdaw was sailing on this wide sea, with full sails, high bow, chopping the waves, and moving fast.

The strong Atlantic wind brought her a stable high speed, and the wide wing sails spread like the side fins of a flying fish. The Jackdaw skidded northward at a speed exceeding ten knots, and the sea mirror behind her was torn apart, leaving a sharp zigzag track like a comet's tail.

Today is October 18, the tenth day since the Jackdaw left New Orleans.

Because the purpose of the voyage has changed, Lorraine naturally abandoned the heavily guarded near-shore route, headed westward at the northern end of Grand Bahama Island, sailed out of the continental shelf, and returned to the mid-ridge route he was familiar with.

The Jackdaw needs to sail on this route for six days. After crossing the 42nd parallel north latitude, it will cut eastward. After continuing to sail for two days, it will be able to touch the corner of Newfoundland and reach the coastline of Massachusetts.

Today is the second day in the middle ridge, which means that if everything goes well, Lorraine will be able to set foot on the land belonging to Boston in only six days.

"It takes 16 days for a one-way trip, and no more than 30 days for a round trip... It is indeed right to choose a long detour. Although it is close to the coast, it may cost five or six days just waiting to cross the circle. The second formation... I don't know if Shaq's control over that fleet is as strong as the first formation..."

Leaning over the railing of the bow, Lorraine was blowing the sea breeze and smilingly looking at Jenny and McCarthy who were hovering around the escort ship.

Sea parrots are small birds that can't fly high or far. They are excellent hunting targets for many raptors, so Jenny and McCarthy rarely have the opportunity to soar into the sky like today.

But it doesn't matter now.

The Jackdaw is too far away from the land, far beyond the suitable hunting area for birds, and the vast sky is exclusively for them these days.

It's just that it hurts the white ears.

The little lazy cat never gave up on the idea of ​​being a slut, and ran around behind McCarthy's ass every now and then.

In the past two days, the little female bird followed the restless little male bird higher and higher, and the white ears dared to run to the top of the mast, but she could only sweep her beard pitifully and scream.

The lamentation of that cry, as if it is the main house and the main palace, but Jenny in the sky is like a third party who intervenes.

"Peace and joy,

Lorraine. Bell whistled, lazily strolling to the bow.

Lorraine nodded with a smile, and said softly, "Emmons is going to Newfoundland on the Azure Water Drop. Counting the time, he may have landed today, right?"

"If there hadn't been a shipwreck on the way..." Bell shrugged, speaking the harshest words among the sailors in the gentlest tone.

"About 4 days..." Lorraine pondered, "He said he would give me the patrol plan of the second formation in St. Johns. Do you think it will be successful?"

"You gave him a full five hundred pounds. For that old gambler, if he really can't get a patrol plan, he will blow up the pier of Chanel-Basque, making it impossible for the second formation to leave the port. .”

...

thump, thump...

The brisk and vigorous footsteps echoed on the undulating bluestone road.

Following the sound, the sun illuminated a pair of small and delicate brown leather boots.

The owner of the boots was wearing a bright green skirt and a top hat of the same color. Under the plain gauze, there was a beautiful face with a beautiful smile, big eyes, an upturned nose, blond hair and green eyes, and red lips.

She doesn't look very old, there is still immatureness between her brows, and the baby fat on her pretty face can't be hidden.

These features make her look very small, even though she is not small at all, even if she is about 170 cm tall, she can't stand out from the crowd, but she won't be too inferior even if she stands among men.

Beautiful, energetic, childish, and with a faint heroic figure revealed from time to time, she attracted most of the attention on the street as soon as she appeared on the stage. The ladies looked at her curiously, and the young men blushed and peeked at her.

As if she hadn't realized it, she was holding a semi-old but clean small leather suitcase in both hands, holding her slender neck high, looking for the house numbers on both sides of the road thoughtfully.

"No. 33, No. 34, and No. 35 Wesley Street are gone, and the next one is No. 37..."

This is Boston.

To be precise, it is the North District of Boston, the old district. The pioneers came to this barren land by boat. With three hills as the center, the original Boston was built by the mountains, which is the land under their feet.

After more than a hundred years of development, this place has become the most beautiful and pleasant place in Boston. The dense and compact Greek-style buildings are scattered on both sides of the road, and the streets are outlined according to the ups and downs, converging radially towards the center of the town. , the round and towering Beacon Hill.

The pure white lighthouse stands on the top of the mountain, and the bright yellow light illuminates the earth, guiding and attracting wave after wave of pioneers with dreams and hopes.

This is the history and glory of Boston.

"God was with the pioneers, and I hope he will be with me...Sure enough, I still love this town."

The girl showed a bright smile, put down the suitcase, and gently knocked on the wooden door in front of her.

After a while, a bald man in a chef's uniform came out and said in a rough voice, "This shop opens at three o'clock in the afternoon every day, and only serves dinner and supper."

The girl didn't take it seriously, she pulled up her skirt and bowed slightly: "Are you short of people here?"

The big man was taken aback.

"Even if there is a shortage of people, I don't want to use those disobedient country bumpkins."

"I'm from the city, well-educated, and know how to repay kindness."

The big man's eyes narrowed: "What's so important about eating?"

"No fish on Fridays. Other than that, I'm not particular about my diet."

The atmosphere instantly relaxed.

The big man led the girl into the house, and soon took out a sealed letter from the house and handed it to the girl.

"I always thought that my aunt would introduce a well-bred gentleman, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful lady."

The girl played with the hard envelope of the letter: "It's not because Boston is not peaceful during this time. Men are too conspicuous when they first arrive, and women are not conspicuous. Some things are much more convenient to do."

"That's right!" The big man laughed, "Ruby Olan, Undersecretary for Massachusetts Colonial Affairs of the Royal Secrecy Bureau, nice to meet you, beautiful lady."

"Sigrit Christina Teresia, Special Operations Commissioner of the 8th Company of the 52nd Corps of the British Army, if you find it difficult to pronounce, you can call me Sig."

"Austrian?"

"Austrian, Dutch."

The big man blushed with excitement: "It seems that the old men in New England are going to get serious this time!"

"Of course, Uncle Oran." Seeger called out sweetly, his hoarse voice was full of magnetism, revealing an indisputable charm of temptation.

The big man was flushed with embarrassment, and his big hands were so anxious that he had nowhere to put them.

"Then what... I'll call you a carriage. Kidaril Villa is at the foot of Beacon Mountain, and it's still several kilometers away from here!"

"Then I'll wait outside, thank you uncle."

After finishing speaking, Sig lifted his suitcase and opened the door, and stood quietly at the entrance of the alley like a beautiful sculpture, blending between the red wall and the blue bricks.

A drunken man fell behind her in embarrassment, motionless, as if dead.

The corner of Seeger's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile: "It's a real fall, idiot Harry."

The drunk man still maintained his corpse-like composure, but a muffled sound came out from the cracks in the bricks.

"Although I knew you were going to wear women's clothing...but when I saw it, I still felt sick."

"I can't help it." Seeger sighed helplessly, "I have had too many beautiful encounters in this city, and simple makeup can't protect my identity."

"So you've even hidden your gender, so that people can't associate it in the right direction at all. Isn't it, Captain?"

"Please call me Sig here, or Miss Teresia."

"It's disgusting."

"Each each other."

Lieutenant Harry was silent for a while.

"Come on...Miss Teresia, are you going to be a tutor at the home of Major General Kidaril, the commander of the Boston Legion in the central region?"

"This was arranged before."

"I worry……"

"Worry?"

"You are dressed like this now, if that stupid major general starts to pursue you, what will you do?"

Seeger raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, capturing the hearts of women is my specialty, and few people know better than me what kind of women make men shy away."

"In that case... how can we contact you in the future?"

"Only the three of you can contact me, the location..." Sig looked around the street, and immediately locked on to a flower shop diagonally opposite, "No. 77 Wesley Street, Evelyn Natural Breath Flower Shop. From now on, I will show up at 3:30 every afternoon, stay for half an hour, and remember to keep nothing on paper.”

"Yes. Then before the new order is issued, shall we continue to investigate the underground shopping mall?"

"The Continental Army, the City Hall, the Civilian Army, the Puritan Church, and us... During this period of time, there have been several mysterious assassinations, which shows that in addition to the above five forces, there is another wave of people hiding in Boston, and we must find it out as soon as possible. .”

Seeing the carriage appear at the end of the road, Sig stomped his feet lightly.

"Okay, the carriage is here. Remember to tell me when you have any news, and I'll be here today."

As soon as she finished speaking, the drunk man trembled twice as if suddenly waking up, then staggered to his feet, and staggered into the corner.

The carriage came to a stop, and Sig boarded into the carriage with a suitcase.

"Tch, variables...I hate variables the most." She muttered softly, "When I find out, should I bury it or hang it up?"

The driver of the car suddenly opened the partition glass and poked his head in: "What did Miss just say?"

Seeger's expression was flawless.

"Sir! I said please go to Kidaril Villa in Beacon Hill. I'm a little motion sick, please drive steadily, thank you!"

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