On March 6, the five ships directly under the General Chamber of Commerce appeared on the island of Providencia, off the coast of Nicaragua, with five ships in service.

Providencia is an island where only a few indigenous fishermen live. Although the vegetation on the island is dense, the terrain is rugged and there is no water source. The shoal mooring area with limited width can neither support enough boats to moor, nor can it satisfy enough The big ship docked.

In the eyes of white people, such islands are "abandoned places that are naturally incapable of producing value."

Abandoned land is a blessed land in the eyes of the aborigines. Without the redemption of white people, they can continue the comfortable and poor life handed down by their ancestors, and even enjoy the benefits of limited business prosperity because of their close proximity to the Southern Caribbean Sea Route.

The direct fleet plans to rest the night off the island, supply a small amount of fresh water, and arrive at the meeting point with the Nelson Carrier Fleet tomorrow.

Reeling, lowering the anchor, Cangqing Dewzhu slowly drew to the side of the Golden Deer, set up the cable frame, and took Lorraine and Carmen to change ships and lay ashore.

It seems that the undisturbed change of boats in this low-wave environment is the foundation of the foundation in the eyes of every seafarer. It is as simple as eating, drinking, and running on the deck.

But Carmen still can't do well.

Even if she had been on the boat for more than a year, she still couldn't step on the soft rope ladder, holding the swaying wooden stick with one hand, and the raised leg could not be arranged at a proper angle anyway.

Lorraine waited gloomily for a long time, and simply picked up a vacant mast line from the side, and threw it out, letting the sailor below pull up an extra stretched line similar to a railing, holding Carmen in one hand, and in the other. Pulling on the lanyard, he walked straight with his head held up.

Carmen blushed and shrank into Lorraine's arms, and then asked: "You deliberately!"

"Intentionally?" Lorraine reacted for a long time before reacting. Carmen said Henna, "Hey, I'm not a teenager."

"But to be precise, your age is really 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 Henna's act of poking at the ledger with a flying knife and locking the bedroom door, what about me? I don’t want to anger her with you. This is disrespect for her and disrespect for you."

"Really?" Carmen turned to Lorraine with his hands behind his back, very maiden? "To be honest? I kind of hope you get me angry with her."

"hope?"

"You haven't spoken for a week? Unexpectedly, Assassin and Whalers, who are as powerful as inhumans, will also have a childish side."

"The whalers would never expect to hear something that people don't understand from the social flower mouth."

"We are the monsters who understand as food." Carmen laughed. "Only when you don't want to understand? You won't understand."

"It's so awkward."

Carmen stepped forward and took Lorraine? He leaned his head on his arm.

"I miss it, the last time I was held this way by you was when I was in Guernsey."

Lorraine rolled her eyes: "I knew that Henna was always taking care of me when I fell ill? It was the same as Guernsey's injury. But she had to apologize first. This is the basic? The beautiful housekeeper locked in the room? The reason why he went to eviction order on his own initiative!"

"Ah, it turns out that being locked up with McCarthy is the reason you are angry."

"Don't evade the heavy and take the light!"

"Then...Could it be Colonel Nelson?"

Lorraine's head was full of black lines, withdrawing his hand, independent of the bow.

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

...

Cangqing Dewdrops swayed into the simple dock next to the beach with half of their sails? The sailors jumped off the boat and pushed and dragged the ten-meter-long hull aground on the pink coral sand.

Lorraine assisted Carmen and jumped off the side of the boat.

The canoes that Indian mariners love are moored everywhere on the shallows, with pointed ends? Some have sails, and some don't.

There are sloppy branches in the sand? Nets are hanging, and children run around the nets for joy? The plain-dressed women with bare healthy bronze shoulders talk about the sky-buying nets and sunning fish.

There are also a limited number of Indian men? Resting around that little one? The short plank road that is closer to the symbolic meaning for the white world? Seeing the immediate fleet anchored in the distance, the spirits gathered and prepared for the rare reception. Guests.

Lorraine expanded his 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 was taking a young man with the captain of Cangqing Dewdrop to communicate the details of the direct fleet's supply of water, leaving a handsome young man to accompany him. Lorraine and Carmen did not speak, just waiting for a possible messenger.

Obviously dealing with white people a lot, even if the indigenous people understand the special needs of the guests for "speciality", it will inevitably be contaminated with the vanity and face of the civilized world.

Lorraine looked at the fishing port and asked in the jerky Quechua language learned from Finlier: "What's your name."

"Didi, Didi Varando, sir."

Lorraine very much suspected that this **** was taking advantage of him, because he was speaking in Spanish that was not pure but absolutely not harmful to communication, but the name sounded like "daddy" in English.

But Lorraine also knew that this malicious speculation was really groundless.

The Spanish pronunciation of the patrilineal elders is P, papa, padre and so on, just like the Japanese named themselves "Taya", I must have never thought that one day when I see a Chinese, I can account for "Uncle". Cheap.

However, Lorraine still couldn't say it...

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

"Grandpa taught me that when he was young, he sailed for you white people, and then came back with a broken leg and taught us what white people say in the village."

Lorraine smiled unclearly.

"There are many kinds of white people's words. You speak Spanish. I thought it was taught to you by the Spanish 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 person who comes here is your Spanish-speaking master."

Looked at Lorraine strangely.

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

Carmen also discovered this problem. She took a step forward and naturally took over the topic: "Dudi, how many Spaniards come to your island?"

"Most of the merchants, pirates, and warships come to supply water, and some bring flour and water for skin and salted fish. There are very few other words, but the real big ships are basically British warships..."

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

He was watching a canoe slowly approaching ashore not far away~lightnovelpub.net~ A pure white man jumped down from the boat, with a mountain-like physique and a moon-like forehead.

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

There was a wound that was particularly tragic. From the left shoulder down, the flesh was rolled up to the right waist, and the entire chest was divided into two halves. Even if it had already healed, it is not difficult to imagine that he was in the midst of life and death when he was injured. The struggle and pain between time.

He waded in the water, stepped barefoot on the soft sand, dragged a five-meter-long canoe to the beach with his own strength, then picked up an indigenous child who had run over, threw it high into the sky, and then steadily picked it up. go back.

"Niold is here, you're Leif? Leif from Ericsson?"

Leif followed the voice and looked at him in confusion, his pale blue pupils awakened little by little.

"The whaler on the British Isles, Lorraine...Drake?"

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