Along the coastline of Barbados, the Golden Deer is lazily driving at sea.

　　 Morning tea time.

　　The sailors put together a dining table on the stern deck with a long boat board, and spread a light brown cotton tablecloth with water drop markings on the dining table, and tried their best to decorate it.

　　 In the center of the tablecloth, there is a candlestick like a line of soldiers, even if you don’t need to light candles early in the morning.

　　The candle holder is surrounded by nine sets of tableware, including exquisite bone china dinner plates, tea cups, and shiny silver knives and forks, all neatly and neatly spaced.

　　 If it weren’t for the high back dining stools that matched the long tables on the ship, they almost succeeded in setting the stern deck into a gorgeous restaurant for the British aristocracy.

Unfortunately……

　　 Fortunately, a little clever ghost came up with an expedient solution.

　　The big bucket of water is wrapped in soft blue flannel, like a pier at the dining table.

　　 This kind of innovation is undoubtedly a success. The temporary restaurant lacks the heavy sense of England's food and tea civilization, but unexpectedly has more fashionable, popular and young people's vitality elements.

　　 At least Lorraine is satisfied.

　　 This morning, he is going to feast the guests on the ship to enjoy the orthodox English morning tea.

　　 The seamen received the notice in advance, and pulled out the carefully preserved morning tea dresses from the cabin.

Men are traditional tuxedos, white shirts, white vests, and black bow ties; women’s dresses have their own characteristics, but from hats, long skirts to silk scarves, gloves, they are all light and warm colors, and even Henna is replaced with light Colored overalls and pure white veils, in order to achieve unity with his companions in color.

　　 They took their seats first.

　　Hina, Karen, Noya and Daniel are on one side, Pierce, Carmen, and Acharin are on the other. The men and women are next to each other, talking and laughing softly.

　　 Lorraine's dress is more solemn than the men present here. He is the host. In order to show his difference, he put on a silver wig and stood leisurely but solemnly on the terrace of the upper deck on the second floor, which is Henna’s cabin, outside the cabin where Donna rested last night.

　　 He didn't wait too long.

　　 After a while, with only a slight creak, Donna opened the door and walked out lazily.

　　 Lorraine smiled and stood at the door: "Miss Linka, the ship is shaking, I hope you slept soundly yesterday."

"You don't have to worry about me, I grew up..." Donna looked over with a wry smile, and saw Lorraine in his costume. She was dumbfounded for a moment. She said half of the words floating in the air, "D... Mr. Drake, you This is……"

"Every well-trained gentleman will not allow his guests to live in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable environment for a long time." Lorraine stretched his arms, "Come on, I have prepared an English morning tea party for you, only this It’s a formal social occasion to make real friends."

　　 The arrow is on the string.

　　 Although there was a mess in her mind, she was still wearing yesterday's shirt and breeches, but the etiquette she had accepted since she was a child allowed Donna to respond appropriately in time.

　　 She bowed a standard curtsey to Lorraine like wearing a dress, stepped forward to hold Lorraine's hand, followed Lorraine to the dining table, and sat in the bucket that Lorrain had opened for her.

　　When Donna was seated, Lorraine walked to the other end of the table, took the seat, and gently shook the brass bell at hand.

　　Wang, wearing a snow-white chef's robe, also heard the bell and slapped his hand, and more than twenty sailors began to put on the plate in turn.

A huge main plate with tomatoes, sausages, eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, potato wedges and black pudding, a bread plate with toast and butter, a fruit platter with bananas, mangoes, aloe and cherries, and a cup of richness Fragrant blending tea, a small pot of fresh milk and a small pot of sugar.

　　England’s morning tea is famous for its cumbersomeness and richness. Donna ate it in despair, but completely forgot Lorraine’s main purpose, socializing.

　　 Everyone can see that their guests are now wandering away.

　　 Donna was shocked, very shocked, so shocked that she couldn't hold herself, and she could barely maintain even the basic etiquette.

　　 It’s not Wang Ye’s cooking skills or Lorraine’s etiquette that shocked her so much, but... the IQ of the whole ship.

　　 Originally, the boat is in the water, so everything is kept simple.

　　 Even if the king of Great Britain travels, he will not be extravagant enough to put on a land-like pomp on a sea ship with scarce supplies.

　　 Three meals at sea are often simple.

　　 bread, moldy bread, bacon, bacon with hairy or insects, and broth that is too salty. If the ship has more supplies, such as the Golden Deer, which has just sailed out of a port, the seafarers and captain may still have a glass of light wine to quench their thirst and flavor and reflect their class.

　　No one organizes a banquet on a sea boat floating on the water!

　　 This kind of behavior is not called extravagance, it is called stupidity.

An unheard of stupid thing happened before her eyes. Donna could not help but think of the comfortable petal bath last night, the annual salary of the sailors on the ship was as high as one hundred pounds, and the group of them sitting at the table in Chinese clothes, carrying the name of the seaman. Of women, children and nobles...

　　 This group of people drove a powerful destroyer full of equipment, and finished the journey across the Atlantic with difficulty, and broke the fore mast of the ship.

　　 Donna has seen the fracture with her own eyes, and from the trace analysis, they actually cut off the mast with their own hands!

　　 It's simply the best thing in the world!

　　 Donna can be considered well-informed by herself, but she couldn't understand the situation under which an ocean-going warship needs to cut off its foremast.

　　 Is the big sail blocking the view of the scenery during the dinner?

　　 Or the opposite, the horny, handsome, and no common sense master captain had a whim during the voyage, hoping to warm his fireplace with oak?

　　 Thinking of the fireplace, Donna suddenly realized something terrible...

　　 There really isn’t a wood-burning fireplace in the captain’s room, right?

　　 These young masters and ladies from the British Isles, do they secretly set off to experience life in the Caribbean with the grown-ups on their backs?

　　 The more Donna thinks about it, the more she feels that this kind of speculation is justified...

　　 She put down the knife and fork, held up the teacup, and secretly looked at the people waiting at the table under the cover of white air.

　　 Lorraine... Obviously the leader of this group, the owner of the ship.

　　Acharin, Daniel, Pierce, and Carmen, judging from their skilful aristocratic manners, they should be family friends of the Lorraine family and playmates since childhood.

　　 Henna who lives with her should be the bodyguard of Lorraine. Many aristocrats have this tradition. They cultivated African children from an early age and served as a personal heir to the family.

　　Noya is probably Lorraine's personal maid, but it is hard to describe on the ship, so she pretends to be a nobleman as a seaman.

　　 The true backbone of the entire ship should be Karen. Donna saw him teaching sailors yesterday, and her words and deeds were extremely professional and rigorous.

　　 Karen may be the original captain of this ship. It was only because the young master of the family insisted on taking up this status that he had no choice but to surrender his status. Even the real seamen were mixed into the sailor group.

　　And Lorraine may not know these hidden secrets, so she gave birth to the illusion of a sailor's annual salary of 100 pounds~lightnovelpub.net~ Donna feels more reliable, the more brain fills, the more sure it is!

　　Because of this explanation, all violations since the time of boarding have no longer violated.

　　 Lorraine is a complete idiot who has been educated by aristocrats since he was a child, has a proud heart, excellent martial arts, and has no knowledge of suffering!

　　 He may not even know that the ocean will not be calm forever, the ocean is cannibalistic!

　　Or maybe, he just thought that he was omnipotent, and the little Caribbean was far from enough to threaten his safety.

　　 This person will pay the price for his ambition.

　　 This seemingly powerful, but weak, warship is impossible to reach the port of New Orleans.

　　 As soon as she leaves the protection of the Royal British Navy, she will be swallowed up by the sharks of the Caribbean Sea, and the first one is the cruel Black Mamba, Amy Ferrard.

　　 Donna was holding the tea cup and twisting her head pretentiously.

　　 There were several busy fishing boats behind the boat, which looked nothing unusual. But Donna had already noticed that they had been following for a long time, and the frequency of casting the net was not like a qualified fisherman at all.

　　 Do you want to remind them?

　　 Donna pondered, not paying attention to the whispers of the seamen from beginning to end.

　　 Keren tilted his head and asked Hina: "Yesra, the stern ships of the stern..."

　　 "Lorraine has his own arrangements, don't talk too much."

　　 Karen frowned: "This extra morning tea party is also being arranged?"

　　 Henna did not answer directly.

　　 She turned her back, lifted the veil and sipped the milk tea in the cup.

　　 "Tea is really delicious. After so long in the Atlantic Ocean, I almost forget its taste."