Tuxbury rock, a smooth mountain peak hanging in the open sea.
It stands on the northwest sea of outer juster island. As one of the boundaries between Massachusetts Bay and the North Atlantic, it is more than ten kilometers away from the Cape in the northwest of the island, off course and off field of vision.
Its location is so remote that ships from South and North will never bypass the back of the island, just like the shadow of the moon, which has been a pure geographical concept for a long time.
And today there are visitors on the back of the moon.
There is a huge and high spirited warship quietly parked beside the only stone beach on the back of the island.
54.4m long, 15.7m wide, 46m high main mast, 1750t drainage and 500 standard passengers.
The ship adopts the full cover double-layer combat gun cabin design, with 32 pound long-range 30 doors on the lower ship, 18 pound long-range 32 doors on the upper ship, double-layer stern gun, 18 pound short-range 8 doors, double-layer bow gun and 18 pound medium-range 4 doors.
This set of ruling level data once only belonged to the landmark design in the history of Galen type fully equipped three masted sail warship. It is the prototype of all 70 door main battle battleships in the world and 1770 French 74 door rage battleships.
Now this honor has been shared, that is, the only battleship class pirate ship in human history, the sacred vessel of Canaanite ceremony, and the pirate king ship scarlet crown.
In order to build such a warship in 14 months, Canaanite ritual almost exhausted all the contacts and means they had accumulated in a hundred years.
About six French naval docks have stolen spare parts, and orders for at least two planned new ships have been postponed or cancelled due to lack of ship materials.
More than 14 masters with experience in battleship manufacturing were kidnapped and abducted. They were locked up in a secret dock and killed after the completion of all the sea trials of the scarlet crown.
Ship mounted theft is the most complex.
With the help of the chaotic situation of the French navy, at least 100 32 pound guns and countless supporting shells flowed into the black market under the control of Canaanite members, and then agents competed to purchase them from the market until they prepared the ships needed for the scarlet crown. This crazy reselling of military funds was not stopped.
The efforts of hundreds of people and the investment of nearly 150000 pounds finally gave birth to the most classic and balanced class III ship in the world. Arthas is her executor. This is the most regretful decision made by Stephen Gillard, the Lord of Canaan rites in his life.
When the night wind rose, Arthas and Susan Morgan stood on the side of the ship. Arthas stood as loose as a pine. Susan leaned against his chest and gently stroked his slightly swollen belly with her hands.
"Baby, William, your father is about to set sail. My brother will hang a scarlet sail like an emperor and use the most powerful ship in the world to kill everyone who hurts our mother and son."
"How about praying for Dad? Pray to God with your little hand and pray that Dad will win. God will listen to you..."
The child moved.
The clear touch was transmitted from the skin to the palm of her hand. Susan raised her head in surprise, and her whole body exuded the brilliance of maternal love.
"He''s moving, brother! William is really praying for you. Do you want to touch it? Will you touch it?"
Arthas twitched his fingers, resisted the impulse to leave, and extended his hand slowly and slowly.
Fetal movement has long passed.
Susan''s face suddenly became cold. She snapped away Arthas''s hand, stepped back, raised her hand and slapped her face.
Pop!
Arthas tilted his face, motionless and silent.
In this way, time flowed away minute by minute, taking away the indifference and disgust on Susan''s face, leaving only love and reluctance. He directed his hands and stroked Arthas''s red face with trembling.
"Sorry, brother... Your heart has been thinking about that humble servant. I can''t help it... Mingming''s father gave you to me... Mingming you are mine..."
"Patriarch, give orders," Arthas whispered.
"Order?" Susan blinked in confusion. "Yes, order... Is there only order among us?"
"The tradition of the Morgan family, the last words of the emperor, the instructions of the former patriarch, and your orders..."
Pop!
Another loud slap, Arthas''s face was coming, his eyes were looking straight, and Gu jingbubo.
Susan''s expression was also serious. She didn''t see the previous madness of joy and anger, but was calm and as sharp as a sword.
"All the tricks, my brother." she bit her voice so that every byte would not be swallowed by the sea breeze. "Lorraine Drake is the most powerful enemy the Morgan family has encountered in a hundred years. He is stronger than the first generation of Blackbeard and the first generation of black baron. No one can beat him."
"We have given everything we can for today''s opportunity, the pirate Empire, the Canaanite ceremony, and the auction of the sheltered villa."
"We have nothing to give. Today is the last sword. You have to pierce not only Lorraine Drake''s chest, but also Shaq Drake''s chest."
"The world thinks the two brothers are like enemies, but the experience two years ago has told us that everything is false. The Drake brothers have a very good relationship. If the pirates kill Lorraine Drake, Shaq Drake will avenge his brother at any cost."
"He may be at the helm of the Royal British navy at any time. The emerging pirate Empire needs care. We can''t let a leader who hates us live."
"One strike and two lives. Remember, this is your only chance. It is also the only chance for the pirate Empire, Canaanite and Morgan to continue to control the Caribbean. Only success, not failure!"
Arthas lowered his head deeply, drooping in front of Susan like a surrender, until it was lower than the line of sight.
"Yes, patriarch."
……
Lorraine dived into the sea like a fish and opened his eyes. The transparent double eyelid protected his eyes like a membrane, separated the sea water and saw things unimpeded.
But even so, the underwater vision is still very bad. There is not enough light to illuminate the distance. What he can see is only two or three meters nearby.
Fortunately, the whaler is the son of the sea. Underwater, he can never rely on only his eyes.
All kinds of sounds came into his ears along the sea. There were waves beating the hull and the columns of the plank road, sundries hitting the Bank of the wharf, as well as the thumping sound of splitting and chiseling and the breathing sound of gulping and puffing bubbles.
At 8 o''clock, 10 meters away, 1, 2, 3, 4... 6 people.
Lorraine gripped the knife in her hand.
The knife is Sark''s. compared with Lorraine''s own Finnish double knives, this group of knives is nearly 40cm shorter and weighs only about half.
But after all, they are the knife sets prepared for Drake''s knife technique. They have a wide back, a thin and straight blade, a specially lengthened handle and a deliberately adjusted center of gravity.
This is certainly not the most suitable knife for Lorraine, but compared with the etiquette sword and the sailor''s knife in the sailor''s hand, this group of knives is undoubtedly the weapon that can give full play to Lorraine''s strength at present.
Lorraine slowly exhaled the air from his lungs, only a little, so that his chest was no longer tight
He opened his mouth, bit the long knife in his left hand, tightened his right arm, rowed with one hand and ran in the direction of the sound like an arrow.
The distance of ten meters is not a distance at all. After only playing water a few times, he saw the first water ghost.
The man was naked, holding the chisel in one hand and holding a huge balloon in the other hand. He was spitting bubbles out of his mouth.
Lorraine leaned silently up, his right arm stretched out and sent the knife into his chest.
The man''s eyes widened, struggled desperately to spit out a few mouthfuls of thick blood, and soon lost his vitality.
Lorraine was not in a hurry to draw the knife.
He is still three to four meters away from the rudder. There are two people in the field of vision, one is breathing and the other is chiseling the rudder. No one has found him yet.
Even with his eyes open, ordinary people can''t distinguish underwater things like him. There is little difference between living people and newly dead people, and there is no obvious difference between dirty blood and sea water at night
Lorraine only thought for a moment, immediately swam forward against his first prey, swam two meters and pushed hard.
The body floats to the breathing water ghost, Lorraine sinks, takes off the knife in his mouth, touches the bottom... Recoil!
He shouted and rushed to a height of four or five meters. His double knives loosened like air flow, cutting their necks one second apart.
Large bubbles gushed out of the incision. The unlucky Water Ghost covered his neck. Lorraine had splashed with water to the fourth person in the field of vision.
Poof!
Lorraine was not sure whether he was hearing voices or hearing voices. He could hear a lot of things underwater, but would the sound of a sharp blade penetrating his chest be the same as that on land? Lorraine doesn''t know or care.
He raised his foot and kicked away the fourth body, squinting at the fifth target.
Dong!
The familiar voice came back, far more powerful than other water ghosts.
Compared with that sound, the previous messy sound of chiseling the rudder stock was hardly a noise.
Lorraine turned his head along the sound.
He saw a male beast with long hair and scars at the end of his field of vision.
He held a big axe the same height as a man in his hand. The sharp edge of the axe flashed cold light. With the water breaking down, he showed a pair of bright red eyes in front of Lorraine.
Berserker
The axe blade slashed on the rudder stock and made another loud sound. Lorraine clearly saw the huge gap on the rudder stock. He had no time to think more. He tightened his arms and bumped one end into the side of the beast.
The beast was pushed away by inertia and lost its balance for a time. Lorraine seized the opportunity to stick it up and waved his double knives straight to his throat.
Ding
There was no doubt that it was auditory hallucination. Lorraine''s knife was held by a metal axe handle. Lorraine and the beast looked at each other.
Bonet?
Boom!
The huge roar suddenly exploded, and the turbulent water like a burst flood scattered Lorraine and his opponent, and hit the column of the plank road heavily.
Lolin vomited out bubbles. In a trance, he saw a cable hanging a heavy object falling into the water, and heard the crisp sound of clattering iron chain sinking into the water.
Is the boat leaving?
Lorraine tried desperately to turn her dizzy brain.
The water ghost is bonette! That guy''s here! Damn it, where the hell is that guy?
A sense of suffocation came.
A huge hand stretched out from the void, pressed Lorraine''s chest and pinched Lorraine''s neck.
He resisted the impulse to catch the falling cable, straightened himself and looked around in the light of the fire on the water.
He soon found the beast that looked like Bonet.
By the explosion, it had lost its exaggerated axe and was swimming away with the hair of the last water ghost. It had swam more than 30 meters.
Gollum
Lorraine spits out the last air in his lungs, bites the long knife and grasps the falling cable.
WOW!