"Dong Dong!" There was a knock on the door with fists, and young Jin shouted loudly from outside, "The wind is blowing, Captain!"
In other words, the ship has sailed into the route of Lost Island. [Read the full text] Entering the Lost Island is a very complicated and magical process, and grabbing this narrow wind belt is the first step. Once missed, it will take at least half a night to reposition.
"I know! I'll come!" Lu Yuan agreed loudly and helplessly.
Lu Yuan accelerated Misha to the top, patted her naked buttocks, and had to put on clothes and go to the poop to steer the ship.
As Lu Yuan left, the two women in the room fell into a brief silence. Misha was slumped on the captain's table, her body still immersed in the afterglow, and she didn't want to move at all. And Elizabeth didn't know when, the ropes binding her body had been untied. It's just that she was pinned down by Misha at this time, her clothes were messy, and she was lying there almost naked. She had been bullied by Misha and her body was so wet that she felt like she was taking a shower.
Elizabeth struggled with her legs and Misha got up quickly. She covered her body with clothes, hugged her legs and huddled together, sobbing silently.
Although the most precious part was not taken away, Lu Yuan didn't even touch a finger of hers from beginning to end. It was Misha who was "torturing" her all the time. But Elizabeth felt that she must have lost something important, very, very important!
Otherwise, how could it... be... like that! She hugged her body tightly, and the feeling that drove her crazy still stayed in her body, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what. But when she tried to recall the whole process, she found...a blank. The only thing that was clear was the two stirring fingers, and every move was clearly remembered.
"Stop pretending to cry. There are no tears at all." A pair of equally beautiful arms hugged her from behind, wearing men's sailor clothes. With a voice close to that of a man, "Misha" hugged her tightly, who was suffering from frivolity, like an irresponsible lothario. Her hands still reached into the clothes flexibly, and in a few moments, the flame in Elizabeth's heart was stirred up again. "How many times?" Misha said teasingly in her ear with a hoarse voice.
"Oh, damn it!" Elizabeth grabbed her evil hand, but she was not firm at all and could not stop "Misha" from doing whatever he wanted. Her face turned red. His eyes stared closely at Misha's red lips, with a desire to bite them. The little grievances I felt just now were all forgotten in the blink of an eye. She just felt that following Misha's fingers, she began to float again. "Four...four times." She murmured in reply, and then two slender fingers were inserted into her mouth, playing with her little tongue. It seemed... that they were the two evil ones... but Elizabeth was completely confused.
"He's gone, let's continue..."
"Misha" said in her ear with an evil smile.
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San Juan, the Caribbean headquarters of the British East India Company.
"Shadow Governor" Aldrich sat in his big chair. The information he was holding. It was precisely the "Maria" that reported the total damage caused to the East India Company throughout the month. That number... meant that the East India Company would make no profit this month. Not just the Caribbean branch, but the profits of the entire East India Company around the world this month will be filled into this big hole!
But he just frowned. Placing the report slightly heavier on the table was the limit of his anger.
"Have you found the supply port for that ship?" Aldrich asked.
"No," said the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He is the local governor. But now he is as humble as a gatekeeper. "That ship is too fast. None of our ships can keep up with it. But I think there must be some countries supporting him! This month, the price of slaves in the entire Caribbean has increased by 30%! All the profits have been taken by those few countries. The Great Chamber of Commerce ate it!”
"Yes, this is not some holy revenge, this is a business..." Aldrich nodded, he also agreed with this point. As a rational man, he refused to believe in any myths of heroism, which were nothing more than the boring ramblings of chivalric novels. "This is an organized conspiracy against the East India Company! Can't you find a faster ship? I heard about the famous 'Blue Bird', which can run twenty knots as an empty ship! Hire her... we need Stare at the tail of the Maria.”
"They must want to lure out our large fleet! Then have a decisive battle on the selected battlefield!" Governor San Juan said with confidence, while also gesturing on the chart on the table, "The Maria is always on There are activities in this triangle area, and in this area, Spain, France and the Netherlands are all highly suspected, especially France! I have definite news that the sister ship of the French royal flagship 'Sun King' is also a super star. The super battleship 'Ark Royal' has arrived in the Caribbean and is currently anchored in Port-au-Prince! That's exactly where the predecessor of the 'Maria' and the 'Siren' were operating."
"All plots against the company and against Britain are doomed to fail!" Aldrich clicked on the chart and said, "We have three advantages. First, we have more ships! Please inform the whole fleet to prepare for war, and ask the navy to To assist…”
"But France..."
"The Far East Fleet is back! This is our second advantage." Aldrich interrupted him and said directly. "News has come from Africa. This time, they have forty-two warships, large and small! As long as we drive the Maria towards this area, and then lure out the French fleet behind it..."
"Then they will be attacked from both sides by us and the Far East Fleet!" Governor San Juan said in surprise. Looking at the chart, Aldrich gently placed several models of small ships on it, showing the battle situation. On the chart sand table, the "Maria" was so inconspicuous, but like a delicious piece of Tang Monk meat, it attracted the attention of several countries. Countless fleets surrounded this small bait and invested. Come into this huge whirlpool!
"The third advantage. Tomorrow..." Aldrich lowered his voice and said softly so that only two people could hear, "You take a group of slaves to the altar in the south to worship the sea god Corybusso. I want to formally All sea conditions on the day of the battle are in our favour!" He said with a slightly more serious tone. If you weren't familiar with him, you couldn't hear his solemnity at all! "Don't let anyone find out, otherwise God can't save you."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Governor San Juan solemnly took off his hat and promised, although his voice was trembling. But he finally asked, "Approximately how many slaves are needed?"
"All." (To be continued...)
ps: ps: There are few updates, I know. But it’s finally time for this article to reveal some of the foreshadowing. In order to ensure that there are no logical problems, Lao Lei has been revising it. It cannot be sent out at the moment.
Please don’t rush to draw various conclusions in the book review area. All descriptions are to serve the plot or pave the way for the following chapters. When I say this, many people may have guessed immediately. This is where the author is unlucky...
