Three Hundred and Fifteen Indigenous Islands

On March 6, the five ships in service of the General Chamber of Commerce's direct fleet appeared on Providencia Island in the waters off Nicaragua.

Providencia is an island where only a small number of aboriginal fishermen live. Although the vegetation on the island is dense, the terrain is rugged and there is no water source. Big ships dock.

In the eyes of white people, this kind of island is an "abandoned place that cannot naturally produce value".

The abandoned land is a blessed place in the eyes of the aborigines. Without the salvation of the white people, they can continue the comfortable and poor life passed down from their ancestors. They even enjoy the benefits of limited commercial prosperity because of their proximity to the southern Caribbean waterway.

The direct fleet plans to rest overnight off the island, replenish a small amount of fresh water, and arrive at the meeting point with Nelson's sea fleet tomorrow.

After furling the sails and lowering the anchor, the Cangqing Dewdrop slowly approached the side of the Golden Deer, set up the cable rack, and took Lorraine and Carmen to change ships to dock.

In the eyes of every sailor, the non-disruptive ship change in this kind of micro-wave environment is the foundation of the foundation, as simple as eating, drinking, and running on the deck.

But Carmen still can't do well.

Even though it's been more than a year since she got on the boat, she still can't step on the soft rope ladder. She clutches the wobbly wooden stick with both hands, and her raised legs can't be arranged at a proper angle no matter what.

Lorraine waited depressingly for a long time, then simply picked up a vacant rigging from the side, threw it out, and asked the sailors below to pull up an extra straight hanging rope that was similar to a railing, and picked up Carmen with one hand, and Pulling the hanging rope, he walked straight down with his head held high.

Carmen shrunk into Lorraine's arms blushing, and asked, "You did it on purpose!"

"Deliberately?" Lorraine took a long time to realize that Carmen was talking about Henna, "Tch, I'm not a teenager."

"But to be precise, your age is indeed only 19 years and 8 months."

"Uh..." Lorraine jumped off the ladder and put Carmen down angrily, "Believe it or not, although I do have a lot of resentment for Hannah's behavior of stabbing the ledger with a throwing knife and locking the bedroom door behind her, how can I It's not enough to use you to anger her. This is not respecting her, and it is also disrespecting you. "

"Really?" Carmen turned behind Lorraine girlishly with her hands behind her back. "Honestly? I kind of hope you'll make me mad at her."

"hope?"

"You haven't spoken for a week, have you? I can't imagine that the powerful and inhuman Assassins and the whalers will have a childish side.

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"A whaler would never have expected to hear incomprehensible words from a courtesan."

"We are monsters that feed on understanding." Carmen laughed, "Only when you don't want to understand? You don't understand."

"What a mouthful."

Carmen stepped forward to hold Lorraine? She leaned her head on his arm.

"I miss you so much. The last time I was hugged by you was in Guernsey."

Lorraine rolled her eyes: "I know that when I fell ill, it was Henna who took care of me non-stop? It's the same as Guernsey's injury. But she has to apologize first, this is the basics? In the locked room of the beautiful butler? It’s the reason to run to issue an eviction order on your own initiative!”

"Ah, so locking up with McCarthy is the reason you're angry."

"Don't shy away from the heavy and take the light!"

"Then... is it Colonel Nelson?"

Lorraine's head was full of black lines, and he drew out his hand, independent of the bow.

"Going ashore? Southern Caribbean... I heard it's very different here."

...

Cangqing Dewdrop swayed into the rough pier with half-sail open. The sailors jumped off the boat, pushing and dragging the ten-meter-long hull to the pink coral sand.

Lorraine jumped off the side of the boat with Carmen, looked around, and saw a scene of fishermen that was completely different from the prosperity.

The canoes loved by the Indian sea people are moored everywhere on the shoal. Some have sails and some have no sails.

There are criss-crossed branches on the sand, nets are hung, and children are running and laughing around the nets. Women in plain clothes bare their healthy bronze shoulders, chatting about mending nets to dry fish.

There are still a limited number of Indian men? Resting around the small tree? For the white world, it is closer to the symbolic short plank road? Seeing the direct fleet anchoring in the distance, they gathered together with vigor and prepared to receive the rare guests.

Lorraine expanded her chest and took a deep breath, smelling the purest salty and sweet soil aroma.

There were three men who received the Cangqing Dewdrop, one middle-aged and two young men. Among them, the middle-aged man was leading a young man to communicate with the captain of the Cangqing Dew about the details of supplying fresh water to the fleet, leaving a handsome young man to accompany him. Looking at Lorraine and Carmen, they didn't speak, just waiting for possible errands.

Obviously, after dealing with white people a lot, even if the aborigines understand the special needs of the guests for the "special feeling", they will inevitably be contaminated with the vanity and appearance of the civilized world.

Lorraine looked at the fishing port, and asked in the jerky Quechua language he learned from Fenlier, "What's your name?"

"Dietie, Dieter Valando, sir."

Lorraine very much suspected that this little bastard was taking advantage of him, because he spoke Spanish that was not pure but definitely not hindering communication, but the name sounded like "Daddy" in English.

But Lorraine also knew that this malicious speculation was groundless.

Spaniards pronounce paternal elders in the P-syllable, papa, padre, etc., just like the Japanese name themselves "Tatsuya", and they certainly never thought that one day they would meet Chinese people and be able to take the title of "uncle" cheap.

However, Lorraine still couldn't speak...

He took a deep second breath after going to the island, and switched to proficient Spanish: "Your Spanish is very good, Varando."

"Grandpa taught me. When he was young, he sailed a boat for you white people. After he came back with a broken leg, he taught us to speak white people's language in the village."

Lorraine laughed inexplicably.

"There are many kinds of white people's language. You speak Spanish. I thought it was taught by the Spaniards in the past."

"I know that I speak Spanish. Leif also taught me French and Viking, but I can't learn it well, and the main people who come here are Spanish-speaking masters like you."

Diet looked at Lorraine strangely.

Because he found that Lorraine didn't seem to listen to him very much. He didn't know when it started, Lorraine's eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know where his attention was.

Carmen also noticed this problem, she took a step forward, and naturally took over the topic: "Die Die, how many Spaniards come to your island?"

"Businessmen, pirates, and warships, most of them came to supply water, and some brought flour and water to exchange fur and salted fish. Few people said anything else, but the real big ships are basically Great Britain's warships..."

The erratic voice echoed in Lorraine's ears, but he couldn't hear too much.

He was watching a canoe slowly approaching the shore not far away, and a pure white man jumped out of the boat, with a mountain-like physique and a moon-like forehead.

He only wrapped a piece of animal skin around his waist, revealing his gnarled and strong muscles, as well as dozens of criss-crossing wounds on the muscles.

There was a particularly tragic wound, from the left shoulder down, rolled the flesh and stabbed obliquely to the right waist, splitting the entire chest in half, even if it had already healed, it is not difficult to imagine that when he was injured, he was in the midst of life and death. struggle and pain.

He waded through the water, stepped on the soft sand with his bare feet, and dragged the five-meter-long canoe onto the beach by himself, then picked up an indigenous child who ran over, threw it high into the sky, and then caught it firmly go back.

"My Lord Niord, are you Leif? Lefe of the Eriksson family?"

Leff followed the voice and looked over in a daze, his light blue pupils, which were as silent as death, awakened little by little.

"Whaler boy of the British Isles, Lorraine... Drake?"

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