Two Hundred and Eighty-Six BEACON XXI: Incarnate as a Ghost

"Being a Pirate on Your Birthday ()"

In the middle of the night, the siege of Mary Daya Chapel was coming to an end.

Lorraine and Jefferson stood on a nearby small balcony, accompanied by Henna and Noah, and looked at the battlefield with a telescope in their hands.

"The battle in the north was fierce, and there seemed to be a loophole in the march of the line... We were caught."

Jefferson shook his head and lowered the scope.

"The army of the saints is still too short. Although the soldiers have enough courage, it is still a bit hasty to go into the night battle now."

Lorraine laughed indifferently: "However, I admire that saint, who was able to hide a horse in the chapel... No, it should be that he was able to get a precious horse through a few slaves."

"It should be the core of the mob who got away on horseback. Mr. Revere should be disappointed."

"The core is also a slave. You should release him. These slaves have nowhere to go in the white world."

"That's right." Jefferson raised the corner of his mouth, "Kenway, your performance has eliminated a hidden danger under the water in Boston, and this time you have the evidence of slaves hiding firearms. The state government can justifiably reprimand the daily management of the United Labor Union. , By the way, take back some of the autonomy rights of the Southern District. I will write to Commander-in-Chief Washington and Mr. Adams about these performances."

"Thank you for your preference." Lorraine leaned over and gave a slight salute.

"It's not a preference, you've done a lot for America, but we... Cotton Jack's..."

"The lawbreakers have the rules of the lawbreakers. I deeply appreciate the kindness of the gentlemen, but since he doesn't accept it, then just follow the industry rules. Pirate King... To be honest, I'm still looking forward to the future."

Jefferson sighed softly: "You have to be careful, America doesn't have many true friends, and losing one would be an immeasurable blow to our career."

"This is probably the most touching utilitarian speech I have ever heard..."

The two of them chatted casually, and suddenly a sailor came in and reported softly beside Hana.

After a while, Hannah waved the sailors away, and whispered to Lorraine in front of Jefferson.

Jefferson waited quietly until Hannah finished speaking and backed away, then asked with a smile, "Accident?"

"It's not a surprise to you." Lorraine played with the telescope, "The nets in the water tank caught fish. There were more than 30 people, all of whom were white. It's just that there were still no clues about those people, but they On landing, my men found a waiter's armband among a pile of rubber jackets."

"Waiting armbands? The kind of cloth rings that head waiters wear around their sleeves in restaurants?"

"It's that cumbersome accessory." Lorraine raised the binoculars to look at the battlefield again, his voice drifted out of his mouth and melted into the night wind, "There is a string of words on the back of that armband, which read [Oran flavor Smoked fish restaurant]."

"Olan's Smoked Fish House...I've heard of that shop. It's on Wesley Street. It's quite famous."

"It seems that I accidentally made meritorious service again."

"You have been doing meritorious service, I am not surprised at all..."

...

The moon sets, the sun rises, and the night fades away.

After the riots in the southern district, another two days passed without knowing it.

Many things happened in the past two days. The Continental Army cracked a deep-buried stronghold of the British Royal Secret Service on Wesley Street, and then followed the clues, leading to seven intelligence stations and a large amount of confidential information.

The Sons of Liberty Corps was severely impacted. One deputy commander and two regiment leaders resigned. Six company commanders were found to have accepted bribes and were suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

Major General Kidaril, the head of the regiment, was reprimanded for this.

On the other hand, due to the fact that the slaves hid weapons privately during the riots in the Southern District, the United Labor Union was ordered by the state government to reflect on it, and the unique preferential tax rates in the Southern District were greatly reduced. The settlement and supervision of the Puritan Church.

In the end, the state capital did not step on the threshold of the government not getting involved in the economy, but the difference is not big. Everyone knows that the Puritan Church and the state capital are now in the honeymoon period.

Back Bay, Haight Shipyard Outer Dock,

Jefferson, Revere and a group of executives from the shipyard saw Lorraine off on the plank road.

Jefferson held the Caesar gold cup that Lorraine gave him, reluctantly.

"Yesterday I wrote to Mr. Pirate King in my personal name. If he wants to go ashore in Virginia, I hope he will accept the goodwill of the United States."

"Why are you bothering?" Lorraine looked at the tall and straight beacon number beside the ship, "Don't forget, the beacon is a 16-knot ship."

"This is what America owes you, and it has nothing to do with whether you need it or not." Jefferson handed the box containing the gold cup to his entourage, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Lorraine, "After this, you will return to Baltimore. Soon, I should also Back in Virginia. Though we are on both sides of the Chesapeake, we will not see each other easily. All the best, my friend."

"May your cause be crowned with success, Mr. Governor."

Revere beamed with joy as he waved his parting gift, a small old British royal lantern of gold.

"Kenway, is this really an antique lantern from the Mercian dynasty?"

"I don't understand that period of history, General Revere." Lorraine shrugged, "Carmen bought it from a downtrodden nobleman in England. It is said that it is a family heirloom of their family."

"I saw the inscription!" Revere blushed, "Look at the ugly and rough characters, and the ancient... Uh, it should be ancient... The ancient words, I bet they are antiques from a thousand years ago!"

"You should see a serious connoisseur. The wind lamp has made you, and I think this lamp is very suitable for you."

"I will definitely do it! If it is an antique, it will be a family heirloom of the Revere family in the future!"

"I'll pray for you on board, General."

Only then did Revere suddenly realize that he hurriedly put the lantern into the box and handed it to his adjutant to hold it carefully.

"Hey, bon voyage, buddy!"

"Thanks."

The Dowmark started her maiden voyage, the slender hull slowly pulled out of the berth, and Bell turned around with full rudder as usual.

With such a simple action, her hull tilted suddenly, and the sailors on the ship were caught off guard, rolling and falling over.

Lorraine looked at the red-faced Bell and laughed: "Do you need me to take the helm, Bell?"

"To hell with you! To hell with you!" Bell licked his tongue, "It's such a unique horse...Captain, raise all the sails, I want to see the scenery at 16 knots!"

"you sure?"

"Very sure!" Everyone on the ship shouted at the top of their voices.

"Then as you wish!"

Lorraine stepped on the guardrail of the bow freely, drew out the scimitar with a clang, and pointed straight forward.

"The whole ship is looking for the nearest fix, the personnel are on duty, and there is no rest!"

"The square sail, the longitudinal sail, the bow sail, and the wind catcher are fully opened, and the wing sails are wide open!"

"wind direction!"

Keren on the side and Pierce on the foremast shouted at the same time: "The wind is north-northwest, force four!"

"Course due east, toward the mid-ridge, aiming for New Orleans."

Deafening cheers erupted from the ship.

Amidst the cheers, Lorraine shouted presumptuously.

"Faster than the wind, faster than the waves, the shells can only look at the ship's heart, and the curse will not be able to catch up! We will become ghosts on the sea! Beacon... set sail!"

...

Not long after, in an inconspicuous corner of Qianwan, a dark figure sneaked into the room.

"Priest Rashid, the smugglers have left."

Sander hid sullenly in the shadow of the hood, like a clay sculpture, saying nothing.

The slave who reported swallowed: "Priest, our partners in the southern area have already found out that what happened the night before is inseparable from this group of smugglers. Now they have left an undefended shipyard, and we still have There are a dozen guns, isn't it..."

"Lefrancois, I suffered the first defeat under the betrayal of the white people." Sander's voice suddenly broke out, "Boston, our holy city, I suffered the second defeat under the siege of the white people." failed..."

"These two failures made me understand a truth... In the white world, we are too conspicuous, and no matter what we try to do, we will eventually be powerless."

"Priest..."

"We're going where the power is stronger, where the white people are more relaxed."

The slaves froze for a moment: "Is there really such a place in this world?"

"Yes." Sander nodded emphatically, "Some of our brothers come from South America. In the Spanish territory, in Chile, there are many uprisings there, and the brothers there are more free!"

"Do you know why I sang Exodus to you the night before?" He stood up, took off his mask, took off his smock, and untied the bandages covering his skin, "I thought Boston was our Jerusalem, but I found out later that This is Egypt..."

"Our promised land is in the south, in San Diego, God has revealed to us long ago, that is the land of Canaan where we enjoy freedom."

"It's time to get out of Egypt! Heavenly Father gave me an oracle last night, and he will break the barrier of the Atlantic Ocean for us, let us..."

"Uh... Priest Lechide." An Indian slave weakly raised his hand in the corner, "That...Chile is at the southernmost tip of South America, and it seems to be the Pacific Ocean..."

silence.

Silence without reason.

Very embarrassing.

Sander was silent for a long time before solemnly responding.

"This is the power of the Lord! He split the Atlantic Ocean for us, but we took advantage of the white people's infighting and went from land to Chile. No one can guess where we are going!"

"Amen..." The slaves whispered.

"We'll have a smooth journey to the promise. We'll be brothers and we'll be free. We'll be with the Lord, and we'll live in glory. Are you ready?"

"Amen."

"Will you follow the Lord's guidance with me?"

"Amen."

"Are you willing to sacrifice your life on the road to fight for the future of your children and grandchildren, so that they can be born free?"

"Amen!"

"The glory of the Lord shines on us, and I see the feathers fluttering, and I know that there is an angel's protection. That protection points to the south, pointing to our promise."

"We will keep in mind the teachings of the Lord, not to betray, not to run away, not to lie, if there is any betrayal, let my colleagues spurn me, let my worshipers look down on me, let the sharp knife kill me, let the fire burn me, and flood me... ..."

"Let us all sing together, Hallelujah, Amen."

"Amen!"

"Amen."

"Amen!"

The frenzy in the room reached its peak, and Sand watched with tears in his eyes.

"Don't forget our brothers who died, let us bear their legacy... Let's go!"

...

Wesley Street, Florist.

The door of the flower shop was closed tightly. Because of the inspection two days ago, the entire Wesley Street was in a state of panic, and there was no one near or far.

But Harry bought a pot of chaste lilies a few blocks away, like a mourner looking straight at beautiful Sig face to face for the first time.

There was a faint look of anger on Sig's face.

"You've been out of touch for two days, idiot Harry!"

"Because we were ambushed at the shipyard, a perfect ambush, neither Ryan nor I saw any clues."

Seeger's face tightened: "Edward Kenway...is he prepared?"

"It is not accurate to say that there is preparation. It should be said that the entire water tank has been prepared for us from the beginning."

"What's going on... Is it munitions?"

"It has already been handed over to the Saints, and the transportation process has been hidden from the entire Boston."

"How are our people?"

"Thirty-five people, except for Ryan, the whole army was wiped out. Ryan was seriously injured. When he escaped from the sea, he found Rodney on a rocky beach."

Seeger's feeling is getting worse: "Rodney he..."

"Painted with tung oil and wrapped in iron chains, he was hung on the only way for ships to enter and leave the Back Bay, just like a means of warning pirates." Harry laughed at himself, "Since he disappeared, I have at least seen him with my own eyes. Three times, but because of this kind of concealment, it was clearly under my nose, but I completely missed it."

"Are you not impulsive...I mean, you didn't collect his body for him, did you?"

Harry closed his eyes: "No, Ryan and I will not step on such an obvious trap a second time."

"That's good." Seeger breathed a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed, "It seems that we are being targeted. Although you may not have found me, you must have been exposed."

Harry nodded: "What should I do? Do you want to evacuate?"

Sig was silent for a long time.

"Turn to silence on the spot." She said, "The Royal Secret Service has been seized in the past two days... Now it seems that we have wrongly blamed them... But they were seized just to divert attention, and the previous things have a reasonable Confession."

"And Kidaril is terrified. That poor man has a heart but no guts, and there's nothing we can do until he regains his courage."

"As for the evacuation..." she sneered, "Even if we evacuate now, Clinton will try his best to throw us to a more dangerous place, because the whole army hates us."

"The 52nd regiment has withdrawn to the mainland, and it is said that it will be transferred to India to dominate. But at this juncture, we were stuffed back to New England and thrown into the eye of the storm in Boston."

"What cruel big shots, obviously...we are a meritorious army..."

Harry listened quietly, and when Sig finished speaking, he bent down and put the lily on the ground, facing the direction of Back Bay.

"I'll take Ryan to Cape Cod to recuperate by boat. From now on, I will arrange two people to wait for you every day, but it can no longer be limited to me and Ryan. What are you going to do?"

"Pick up girls." Sig covered his face and smiled sweetly, "Kidalil's daughter is pretty, and I've almost bent her over the past few days."

"bend?"

"I can wear women's clothing. Two ladies have sex, how do you think it's more appropriate?"

Tragic and sad, Harry felt sick to his stomach and just wanted to leave.

"May you be dismantled by Kidaril, castrated and hanged on a cross! I believe this will make the entire civilized world celebrate."

"That's cruel, little Harry."

"Goodbye, ma'am!"

"Why don't you stay and have a good time, little Harry?"

"No! I don't think I want to be happy in my life. Good-bye!"

Amidst Sig's silver bell-like laughter, Harry fled in despair.

When he fled away, Sieg suddenly calmed down, squatted down, and gently stroked the lily lace fluttering towards the sun.

"Rodney... dead?"

"Edward Kenway, how did you find out?"

"Why do you think you look familiar?"

"Could it be because when we first met, I already had a premonition that you were difficult to deal with?"

"It seems that there are too many warlike and warlike businessmen in this world."

"Really? Lorraine Drake..."