Plymouth, Royal Navy administration building, port Devon.

    The administration building is the land office and command post of the Strait fleet. The large Georgian style building has white walls and blue roof, and rows of sliding windows are symmetrical and quiet.

    On the third floor, at the west end, is the office of the contemporary owner of Drake, the new captain of HMS lion and the Royal Navy captain, shack Francis Drake.

    He was sitting behind his desk, deadpan, listening to the report of his helmsman, Bel Judea.

    "On October 4, the first fleet of Drake chamber of Commerce launched a private plunder in the sea area of Cantabrian, west of the island, to the transfer ships under the fuerk Anjou chamber of Commerce of the kingdom of France, captured one and sank one. The news has been confirmed."

    "While cleaning the battlefield, they were intercepted by the destroyer caribou of the French Desai chamber of Commerce, the butterfly was engaged, and the cattail escaped. The news confirmed."

    "On October 9, the reindeer returned to Hong Kong in larocheli. Villen Desai claimed that the butterfly was sunk on the western edge of the Celtic Sea, and the crew on board had not survived. The news was not confirmed."

    "But..." bell carefully glanced at his boss. "The two sides fought on the 4th, the reindeer returned to Hong Kong on the 9th, and today is the 22nd. Ramos piddick confirmed that the butterfly was shot at least three times when it fled to the West. Mr. Drake hasn''t appeared so far, so it''s possible..."

    "Who is it, villen Desai?" Shaq asked suddenly.

    "Report to the captain. Villen Desai is the vice president of the French Desai chamber of Commerce, the commander of the first fleet and the captain of the reindeer!"

    "He claimed... To sink my stupid brother?"

    "Yes... Yes!"

    With no joy or anger on his face, shack found a document from his desk and looked through it: "three days later, the lion has a cruise mission, our target is in the North Sea, and the cruise area of the Spartan guard is in the Celtic Sea... Make an appointment with colonel bro for me. I want to have afternoon tea with him."

    Bell blinked: "Captain, the commander asked us to exercise restraint and not to take the initiative to start a war with France, you..."

    "The lion never goes against the command''s advice." Shaq played with his fingers, "but you know, the lion was only recently established. I brought only a few officers, including you, who used to belong to the rover."

    "The new team always has a running in period. It is an acceptable accident to deviate from the route. If you happen to wipe out several crazy pirates in this accident, it should be regarded as the joy of the accident..."

    "Your opinion is always to the point." bell shrugged helplessly. "Captain, you know that Drake and I were rare friends when studying under Sir Leighton. I want to ask him a question..."

    "Why drive him out of the house?"

    "Yes."

    Shaq was silent for a long time, opened the window and looked at Devon port in the distance.

    "I''m not a father."

    Baker frowned at the opening remarks.

    "My father has made outstanding military achievements, has a prominent reputation and is deeply trusted by his majesty. The whole aristocratic circle of England knows that he will one day become Minister of the Navy and perhaps prime minister, so he has the ability to protect Lorraine and that disgusting woman."

    "But I can''t." shack laughed at himself. "I''m just an incompetent man who can''t hide his father''s shadow. When I was at sea school, I killed the heir of the noble family in a duel. Only by relying on my father''s reputation can I reluctantly stay in the army and become a tool for your majesty to make up for his father''s debt."

    "I can''t shelter Lorraine."

    "He is proud. He doesn''t need to bear the cold eyes and ridicule of the nobility because of this useless brother. I can give him what he wants, including the looting certificate and self-esteem."

    Bell didn''t understand shack''s mind at all: "if you have this mind, you can explain it to Drake..."

    "Why?" Shaq suddenly interrupted, his eyes burning. "Lorraine is my brother. It''s that disgusting pagan woman who prevents him from becoming a perfect aristocrat. I hate her."

    "Mrs. Jonathan..."

    "Before I went to see Lorraine, I went to see her tombstone. If I had some guilt, I would never see the epitaph again." Shaq''s voice was cold and trembling. "It''s the God she guided Lorraine to betray. In order to punish her, I can lose everything."

    "Invite Colonel bro. I hope the sooner we meet this time, the better."

    Bell knew the conversation was over. He sighed and saluted with his legs: "yes, Captain!"

    He was about to carry out Shaq''s order. The door of his office was suddenly pushed open from the outside: "Captain, port sell..."

    "Sergeant Armani, what are your rules?" Shaq stood straight and looked at the new sailor discontentedly. "Go out and report again!"

    "Yes!"

    The sailor hurriedly saluted and withdrew. After a while, the door of the office knocked gently: "report! Sergeant, the sailor of the main mast, di Amani, please see me!"

    "Enter."

    Staff sergeant Armani, who finished dressing, walked in, saluted Shaq first, then twisted his body and solemnly saluted bell.

    "Captain, Captain, a fleet composed of brigantin and brig sailed into the piraya dock of sailor port at 10:12 this morning. It is confirmed that the two escorts are armed merchant ships of Drake chamber of Commerce, namely the butterfly and the Macaw. Mr. Lorraine ananson Drake, President of Drake chamber of Commerce... Is safe!"

    "It''s true... Did you go up and ask?" shack couldn''t see joy on his face, as if he didn''t pay attention at all.

    Bell smiled bitterly and coughed twice: "Captain, when you asked me to arrange someone to see Gu min port, I picked the old man of the tramp. They all know the weight."

    Shaq breathed a faint sigh of relief.

    He sat back in his seat and solemnly said, "Staff Sergeant Armani, we''re going to guard against the new world. The ship''s training has been relaxed these days. All the sailors on the shore have been informed that they must get on board and assemble in two days, and all the holidays should be cancelled!"

    Two days later

    Staff sergeant Armani understood and stood at attention with an excited slap: "yes, sir! You must pass your order to every sailor''s ear!"

    "Get busy."

    "Yes, sir!"

    Sergeant Armani stepped back, and bell narrowed his eyes and secretly made a strange look: "Captain, your afternoon tea with colonel bro..."

    "Captain Judea." shack slowly sorted out the documents on his desk and turned to the atlas. "I''m very busy. I haven''t had afternoon tea for many days, and I don''t intend to waste these valuable time to familiarize myself with the chart of the new defense area in the short term."

    Bell had such an expression on his face and shrunk his mouth: "I see."

    "By the way, I heard your sister went to church school. Is there a lack of money at home?"

    "Are you... Going to sponsor me?"

    "There are about 40 long guns in the Quartermaster. Because the lion is about to be transferred, it has not entered the inventory procedure. Those lawless privateers will probably pay a good price for them."

    "Are you worried?"

    "Lorraine never loses his temper. He''s very grumpy. This time there..." Shaq frowned.

    Bell quickly whispered, "Veron Desai."

    "Willen Desai." Shaq nodded. "He suffered a great loss in Willen Desai''s hand and will certainly not give up. The destroyer is already his prey. He has no other way but to connect the side."

    Bell raised his eyebrows. "I see. I''ll sell my spear for a good price. I''ll never let my sister suffer!"