Five Hundred and Seventieth Six Roadside Stalls Talk

"The distance from the port is 2000! Received the pilotage from the Port Authority, guiding you to berth No. 3 in the port area!"

"Pilot docking, semaphore! Welcome to Nassau!"

The observation information was passed down layer by layer, to the poop, and then to Valkyrie's captain's command platform.

Katerina stood on the edge of the helm and looked up, waiting for the captain's order. Bell, wearing a long trench coat symbolizing the captain, reached out and grabbed the railing.

"According to the plan, the alert level has been raised to level one, and the state is ready for battle. The gun doors on the left and right sides are fully opened, and all crew members are on duty."

"Lower the horizontal sails! Lower the sails for fishing! Half the vertical sails, adjust the bow to manual control! Valkyrie keeps cruising at the sea surface of 1500 to 2000. Respond to the pilotage. The crew wants to catch fish in the harbor. Thank you for your concern."

"Received!" Katerina patted the helmsman and responded loudly, "The whole ship is on first-level alert, ready for battle! Valkyrie maintains a 1500 to 2000 sea surface cruise, with both sides of the guns fully opened, the stormtroopers receive weapons, and the restaurant Get ready!"

"Left steer five! Sail down! Parade!"

...

A few kilometers away, Harbor Street.

Harbor Street is the oldest long street in Nassau, which can be traced back to the George I period when Nassau was first built.

On both sides of the street, there are light-colored wooden buildings that were popular in that era, with white or blue bright roofs.

This staggered canine-tooth architectural pattern frees up a large area of ​​open space in front of the houses facing the street. If it is properly arranged, it will surely become a beautiful Lingang street scene.

But the people of Nassau obviously don't think so.

The empty space is full of various temporary soft sheds hung with old canvases. Under the sheds are wooden tables and chairs of inconsistent specifications, new and old. People with brown complexions are selling food and handicrafts under the soft sheds. The variety is also lackluster. It's the local rum, the conch from the water, and the drunkard who can't tell the difference between life and death.

Fortunately, high-end ingredients do not require complicated techniques to enhance their color.

The conch in New Providence is big and plump, tender and juicy, with the natural salty taste of sea water and its own pungentness, dipped in a little freshly squeezed lemon juice, the aftertaste is changeable and long, and it has a miraculous effect on curing scurvy. It is deeply loved by sailors from all over the world.

The sun was shining brightly at noon in July, enjoying the sea breeze from the harbor, and Lorraine was picking conch under a soft shed.

Leif's fingers are not used to such delicate work,

After four or five attempts, every conch could not escape the fate of being separated.

He got angry, pulled out the Uncrowned King with a clang, and chopped the conch on the plate. The unyielding conch flew high with a ding, like a fired shell, and fell firmly in the middle of the long street.

Someone ran past the conch, shouting: "A big ship refuses to enter the port. I heard that even the gun ports are exposed!"

"Big boat?" The people around came over, "How big is the boat?"

"The people at the dock said it was 70 meters!"

"70 meters... that's not..."

"It's not a battleship, it's an armed merchant ship with a single-story gun bay, and it's still wearing armor!" The man jumped on the pile and looked towards the direction of the pier. White Pansy Rose Banner!"

"Pansy and Rose... 70-meter-class armed merchant ship... I saw it, I saw it!"

Valkyrie cruised from the direction of the pier, along the long coastline of New Providence, slowly and steadily drawing the white waterline on the sea of ​​the harbor.

There were exclamations everywhere on the shore.

"The pirate ship is on the run!"

"That's Ginnie the Nutria, the son of an Irish farmer. The drunks say he's been particularly active this year and has robbed a slave fleet with five big ships under his command and more than a thousand people..."

"Didn't he have a fight with Cotton Jack's people in the sea in the past two months? It seemed to be a black beard, but then Edward Blackbeard came out to mediate, and Cotton Jack suffered a lot!"

"As expected of a mob star... No, is this desperado running away?"

"Did you just find out? Ah, ah, the flag is lowered, it's like a dog with a bright belly, it looks really docile."

"Hey! Does anyone know the origin of that big ship?"

"White flags, pansies, ironclads... Could it be..."

"Looking up close, His Highness's Valkyrie is really majestic." Youdao's old voice rang in Lorraine's ear.

"Actually, it's not majestic enough." Lorraine continued to pick up his conch meat without raising his head, "Ginnie has done something to Drake's ocean-going fleet. Although he hit the iron plate, if it wasn't for the purpose Brothers will show kindness, and I'll still sink him."

"Your Highness was joking." The old man sat down opposite Lorraine and Leif, "There are 67 pirate ships in Nassau today, and there will be more tonight. If you really want to fire, I'm afraid Your Highness won't be able to bear it."

"Don't worry, Valkyrie made supplies before he came. No matter how many ships with firepower less than 18 pounds, what will increase is only the burden on the gunners." Lorraine paused, "Also, I don't intend to invite you Sharing lunch."

The old man's hand reaching for the conch couldn't help but froze: "Your Highness, have you forgotten the other Highness of Eleuthera?"

"Edward the Blackbeard is a good opponent, but unfortunately his squadron went to the Gulf of Mexico, leaving only four ships in Eleuthera. He dare not come, if he appears, you will have the honor to witness the sinking of the Queen Anne's Revenge .”

All the cards that can be played have been played...

Sweat dripped from the old man's face, and he looked at Lorraine fixedly: "Your Highness, you are not here for the old bones of the Brotherhood, are you?"

"You guys helped me a lot on changing the flag..." Lorraine put the empty conch on the wooden tray in a strange manner, "But yes, I don't have the time to go straight to the dragon."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what is your purpose?"

"Some time ago, there was a summoning order. Those summoned included Cotton Jack, Henry the Hound, Bonnet the Viking, and Bellamy the Black Prince. I want to know the specific details. Who summoned them and what is their purpose?"

"we do not know……"

Lorraine raised his eyebrows: "Pirates are like amphibians, even if they go ashore, they don't want to get too far from the water. No. 71 Harbor Street...is that four-story building with yellow walls and white roof?"

Panic flashed across the old man's face, but he still forced himself to be calm: "The Brotherhood is the home of all pirates. Although it is a bit simple, we welcome wanderers back home at any time."

"I promised that my crew would not enter any closed places this time, so as not to cause unnecessary complications and make everyone unhappy. But it's rare to come to a brotherhood, and I really want to take another look at the code..." Lorraine laughed He asked, "How about I help you take off the roof?"

Sure enough, it was a threat again!

The old man's flesh was trembling because of fear and anger, but there was no accident.

In the eyes of the Sea Brotherhood, Lorraine has always been a complete tyrant, advocating violence and moody.

He is a much more dangerous man than Blackbeard Edward and Black Baron Pavlomy. Because he has no respect for the code, he acts without scruples, and because he has no ambition for the empire, his behavior is unpredictable.

like this time...

Lorraine opened his mouth to sink, but closed his mouth to bombard, and his three sentences were inseparable from the smoke of gunpowder. However, the old man could not judge the authenticity of his words at all, and he could not afford the consequences of a wrong judgment.

"temple……"

"You should already know when and where I landed?" Lorraine suddenly switched to an aggressive offensive mode.

The old man was caught off guard and replied subconsciously: "It was an hour ago, at Riviera Beach..."

"Look, you won't be able to escape any trouble in Nassau, otherwise you wouldn't be able to find me in less than an hour without any notice."

"Who actually issued the summoning order? Think about it, we have plenty of time..."