Tewkesbury Rock, a smooth solitary mountain hanging in the open sea.

It stands on the northwest sea of ​​Wairost Island, as one of the boundaries between Massachusetts Bay and the North Atlantic Ocean. It is more than ten kilometers away from the cape of the northwest of the island.

Its location is so remote that ships from the south and north will never go around the back of the island, just like the shadow of the moon, which is just a pure geographical concept for a long time.

And today, there are visitors on the back of the moon.

There is a huge high-spirited warship quietly anchored by the only rocky beach on the back of the island.

The length is 54.4 meters, the width is 15.7 meters, the main mast is 46 meters high, the drainage is 1750 tons, and the standard crew is 500 people.

The ship adopts a full-covered double-layer combat gun bay design. The lower layer carries 30 32-pound long-range guns, the upper layer carries 32 18-pound long-range guns, double-layer stern guns, 8 18-pound short-range guns, and double-layer bow guns. , 18 pounds mid-range 4 doors.

This set of Domination-class data once belonged to the milestone design in the history of Galen-type full-mounted three-masted sailing warships. The prototype of all 70-class main battleships in the world, 1770 French 74-door Fury-class battleships.

Now there is a sharer of this honor, that is, this unique battleship-class pirate ship in human history, the sacred artifact of the Canaanite, the pirate king ship Scarlet Crown.

In order to build such a warship in fourteen months, Canaanite almost exhausted all the contacts and methods they had accumulated over the past century.

About six French naval shipyards had their spare parts stolen, and orders for at least two new ships planned to be built were delayed or cancelled due to insufficient materials.

More than fourteen masters who had experience in battleship manufacturing were kidnapped and abducted. They were put in a secret dock and were brutally killed after the Scarlet Crown completed all sea trials.

The theft of ship equipment is the most complicated.

With the help of the chaotic status of the French navy, at least 100 32-pounder guns and countless matching shells flowed into the black market under the control of the Canaanite members, and then agents competed and purchased from the market until the scarlet crown was available. The necessary ship equipment, this crazy behavior of reselling military assets can be terminated.

The efforts of hundreds of people and the investment of nearly 150,000 pounds finally gave birth to the most classic and balanced third-tier ship in the world. Arthas is her weapon holder, and this is the lord of the Canaanite, Stephen Ji. Rad has made the most regrettable decision in his life.

When the night breeze came up, Alsace and Susan Morgan were standing on the side of the ship. Alsace stood upright like a pine. Susan leaned against his chest, gently stroking the slightly protruding belly with both 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 child."

"Pray for Dad, OK? Use your little hands to pray to God, pray that Dad will win the victory. God will listen to you..."

The child moved.

A clear touch spread from the skin to the palm of her hand, Susan raised her head in surprise, her body exuding the radiance of maternal love.

"He moved, brother! William is really praying for you. Do you want to touch it? Will you touch it?"

Arthas twitched his fingers, resisting the urge to flick away, and stretched out his hand slowly and slowly.

The fetal movement passed early.

Susan's face suddenly became cold, and he slapped Alsace's hand away, took a step back, raised her hand and slapped it in the face.

Snapped!

Arthas tilted his face, motionless, and said nothing.

Time flowed away like this one minute after another, taking away the indifference and disgust from Susan's face a little bit, leaving only love and reluctance, directing his hands, trembling and stroking Alsace's flushed face.

"I'm sorry, brother...You have been thinking about that humble servant in your heart, I can't help... Obviously father gave you to me... Obviously you are mine..."

"Patriarch, give an order," Arthas said softly.

"Order?" Susan blinked in confusion, "Yes, order... Is there only order among us?"

"The traditions of the Morgan family, the emperor's last words, the exhortations of the former patriarch, and your orders..."

Snapped!

With another resounding slap, Arthas's face turned right, looking directly at him, Bubo Furui.

Susan's expression also became serious, no longer seeing the joy, anger and madness of the earlier period, only calm, as sharp as a sword.

"Everything is done, 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 the past century. Both the first generation of black beard and the first generation of black baron will be strong, no one can match."

"We paid everything we could for today's opportunity, paid the pirate empire, paid the Canaanite gift, and the auction of the Sanctuary Villa."

"We have nothing to give anymore. Today is the last sword. You will not only pierce Lorraine Drake's chest, but also Shaq Drake's."

"The world thinks that these brothers are like enemies, but the experience two years ago has told us that everything is false. The Drake brothers’ relationship is very good. If the pirates kill Lorraine Drake, Shaq Drake will avenge his brother at all costs."

"He could become the helm of the Royal British Navy at any time. The new pirate empire needs to be protected, and we cannot let a leader who hates us live."

"One hit and two lives, remember, this is your only chance, and the only chance for the Pirate Empire, Canaanite, and Morgan to continue to control the Caribbean. Only success, no failure!"

Arthas lowered his head deeply, surrendering in front of Susan, until it was lower than the line of sight.

"Yes, Lord Patriarch."

...

Lorraine dived into the sea like a fish, keeping his eyes open, the transparent double eyelid protecting the eyeball like a membrane, separating the sea water and seeing things without hindrance.

But even in this way, the underwater vision is still very bad, there is not enough light to illuminate the distance, and all he can see is only two or three meters close.

Fortunately, the whaler is the son of the sea. Under water, he can never rely on his eyes only.

Various sounds came into his ears along the sea. There were waves beating against the hull of the ship and the pillars of the plank road, debris hitting the embankment of the pier, and the sound of chopping and chiseling and the gurgling breath of bubbles. Voice.

8 o'clock direction, 10 meters distance, 1, 2, 3, 4... 6 people.

Lorraine clenched the knife in his hand.

The knife belongs to Shaq. Compared with Lorraine's own Finnish double knife, this set of knives is nearly 40 cm shorter and weighs only about half.

But they are, after all, a knife set prepared for Drake's swordsmanship, with a wide blade back, a thin and straight blade, a specially lengthened grip, and a deliberately adjusted center of gravity.

This is certainly not the most suitable knife for Lorraine, but compared to the ceremonial sword on his body and the sailor's knife on the sailor's hand, this set of knives is undoubtedly the weapon that can give full play to Lorraine's strength at the moment.

Lorraine slowly exhaled the breath from his lungs, exhaling only a little bit, so that his chest was no longer tight.

He opened his mouth and bit the long knife in his left hand, tightened his right arm, and stroked the water with one hand like an arrow in the direction of the sound.

A distance of ten meters is not a distance at all. After only a few shots of water, he saw the first water ghost.

The man was naked, holding a chisel with one hand, and holding a huge balloon with the other hand, and was spitting out bubbles with his mouth.

Lorraine leaned forward silently, sending the knife into his chest as soon as his right arm stretched.

The person's eyes widened at once, and he struggled desperately to spit out a few thick **** waters, only to lose his vitality for a while.

Lorraine did not rush to draw the knife.

He is still three to four meters away from the rudder, and there are two people in the field of vision, one is exchanging air, the other is digging the rudder, and no one has noticed him yet.

Ordinary people cannot distinguish underwater things like him even with their eyes open. The difference between a living person and a newly dead person is not much, and there is no obvious difference between blood and the sea at night...

Lorraine only thought for a while, and immediately swam forward with his first prey, swimming out two meters, and pushing hard.

The corpse floated towards the breathing water ghost, Lorraine sank and took off the knife in his mouth, hitting the bottom...recoiling!

He rushed to a height of four or five meters with a scream, and the two knives swung away like an air current, and cut the necks of the two people one second apart.

Large waves of air bubbles gush out from the incision, the unlucky water ghost is covering his neck, Lorraine has already splashed the water towards the fourth person in his vision.

Puff puff!

Lorraine wasn't sure whether he was auditory hallucinations or he really heard the sound. He could indeed hear a lot of things underwater, but would the sharp-edged sound be the same as on land? Lorraine didn't know and didn't care.

He raised his foot and kicked the fourth corpse away, squinting at the fifth target.

Boom!

The familiar voice came back, far more powerful than the other water ghosts.

Compared with that sound, the previous messy sound of chiseling the rudder stock is not even a noise.

Lorraine turned his head to follow the voice.

He saw it. At the end of his field of vision, there was a male beast with scattered hair and scars all over his body.

He held a large axe in his hand, the sharp blade of the axe flashed with cold light, and then split the water flow, revealing a pair of bright red eyes in front of Lorraine.

Berserker?

The axe blade slammed on the rudder stock, making another loud noise. Lorraine clearly saw the huge gap in the rudder stock, and had no time to think about it, tightening his arms and hitting the side waist of the beast.

The beast was pushed away by inertia and lost its balance for a while. Lorraine seized the opportunity to stick it up, swiping both knives and taking it straight to his throat.

Ding……

This time it was undoubtedly an auditory hallucination. Lorraine's knife was held by the metal axe handle, and Lorraine and the beast faced each other.

Bonnet?

boom!

The huge roar sounded abruptly, and the rushing water smashed Lorraine and his opponents like a flood of a bank, slamming against the pillars of the plank road.

Lorraine wowed out a big mouthful of air bubbles, and in a daze he saw a cable hanging a heavy object falling to the surface, and heard the crisp sound of the iron chain sinking in the water.

The ship is leaving?

Lorraine desperately turned his dizzy brain.

The water ghost is Bonnet! That guy is here! Damn ~lightnovelpub.net~ Where is that guy?

A sense of suffocation came.

A huge hand stretched out from the void, pressing Lorraine's chest and pinching Lorraine's neck.

He resisted the urge to catch the falling cable, straightened his body, and looked around by the firelight on the water.

He quickly found the beast whose head was Bonnet.

Through the explosion, it had lost the exaggerated long axe, and was swimming away from the last water ghost by the hair of the last water ghost. It had already swam more than 30 meters.

Gululululu...

Lorraine exhaled the last air in his lungs, bit the long knife, and grabbed the falling cable.

Wow!

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