Assassin’s Adventure

"The adjutant of the Explorer..."

Gordon calmly wrote it down on a piece of paper beside him. He had never heard of the Explorer ship, but the name would give him a lot of information.

"Okay Lieutenant Jon, who was the last person who attacked you?"

"I don't know sir, or I'm not sure, they started with the flags of the East India Company and the United Kingdom, and they left with a pirate flag, and they spoke Spanish, and there were even Portuguese people."

Jon was really confused. The ships that attacked them were very organized and disciplined. They didn't look like ordinary pirates at all. They had powerful firepower. The hull was about 70 meters long and had a very deep draft.

After establishing the circumstances of the initial attack, Gordon began to try to ask some more in-depth questions.

"Why did they find you? The Explorer is just an adventure ship, and there is no treasure..."

And this question immediately alerted Jon: "Sir, your question now involves royal secrets, and the Explorer is directly ordered by the king."

OK, needless to say, Gordon already knew why the pirates attacked them. If he guessed correctly, then it should be the clue of El Dorado.

"Okay, Jon, I don't mean anything malicious. Since this involves confidential information, I won't ask any more questions. I just hope you have a good trip later."

Jon nodded, then left.

The news of El Dorado had destroyed the Explorer, and it also made him realize the importance of this news.

Gordon leaned back on the chair, lit a cigar, looked at the flying smoke, and thought about a lot of things.

If it is said that a group of people has already set off first, then their manpower is definitely not enough. This is an exploration, and more manpower is needed to find it, and it is also necessary to fight when encountering an enemy.

He took out Burton's letter of introduction from the drawer and hesitated for a long time.

"It seems that I can only ask the Duke for help, but now I need to know the specific clues, Jon..."

……

At night, Gordon found Alan.

"Captain, what's the matter?"

Allen looked at Gordon's mysterious appearance, and deliberately avoided everyone.

"Alan, we have a chance to make a fortune, do you want to know?"

"Get rich!!"

These two words seemed to turn on the switch of his spirit, and instantly the whole person became more energetic.

"Of course I want to know, Captain, what do you need me to do?"

Gordon stuck his head out and looked around, making sure that no one was coming to this place before he spoke.

"The Jon we rescued has clues about El Dorado in his hands. You can find a way to have a drink with him, and find a way to get some useful information out."

And Allen's face showed a look of embarrassment: "Captain, this..."

Gordon patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Alan, it's up to you to find El Dorado, do you want to make a fortune?"

"Captain...I..." Allen was still hesitant. He wasn't afraid to do it, he was just afraid of **** up.

Gordon stared at him with a trusting look: "I believe in you!"

"Captain! You are so kind to me..."

Allen finally went away in his flickering, Gordon nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed Quelin from the ground and returned to the captain's room.

However, the real result is that in the next 20 days of voyage, Alan achieved nothing. Although he and Jon became very good friends, he did not talk about what they saw or where they set sail. Ai Lun could only slap on the side.

"It should be somewhere in South America, a certain watershed."

One day Alan found the captain.

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"Because he told me about an interesting old man who didn't like money, and was fishing for a sunken ship at a certain estuary when he was about ten years old, and the story of their exploration in the Amazon River Basin."

"Is this the end?"

"Well, it's over."

Gordon touched his chin and pondered for a long time, and found that Allen's speculation seemed to make sense, but there was too little information, and it would take too long to explore along a river basin.

"Don't think about it. I'm expected to arrive in London today. I heard that Jon is also visiting Duke Strange. This is an opportunity. I have to try it."

Allen nodded and didn't bother anymore, but withdrew.

Gordon was just quietly writing the logbook in the captain's cabin, recording his daily actions. The days after sailing from Nassau were very dull, except of course that he was almost killed by a jaguar. Second-rate.

Every day, he spends two hours at the helm, continuing to familiarize himself with the driving of the Jackdaw. The rest of the time, he rolls the anchor, records some observations, and then writes a sailing diary.

During the following voyage, there were two rains, but they still did not get too much fresh water. About three days ago, they could only cook food with some stinky water. Fortunately, no sailor was so And sick.

Drinking is basically solved by rum and ale~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Anyway, Gordon has never drank normal water.

By the way, it was Allen who accidentally bought too many potatoes. In the end, most of those potatoes were fed to a few animals on the boat, and those animals naturally became the delicacy on the plate, which is very rare in sailing. Some fresh food.

Some of the remaining potatoes were eaten by the crew, but the wet environment of the sea caused many of them to sprout or rot, and then thrown directly into the sea.

In the last ten days, the main food of the crew was bacon, beans, oatmeal and brown bread. Gordon was about to vomit anyway. Disgusted food for over a month.

Gordon pushed open the door of the captain's room, because he had heard the call of a lookout who saw the port, everyone was very excited, and the days of drifting on the sea were not always happy.

Long-term drinking and buying alcohol have made Gordon's skin flushed and dry, and he has a long beard, and his hair has grown a lot, which can be tied at the back. He began to believe in Curic. After all, maybe this guy was really handsome before, because he has become what he is now because of decades of sailing.

Looking at the cheering sailors, Gordon also laughed happily, and was looking forward to stepping back on land.

A man sat on the stairs from the deck to the ship's building, then took a dagger and shaved the beard on his face.

Through the mirror, I saw this already somewhat unfamiliar face, the stubborn beard, the bronze skin, the high bridge of the nose, and the pair of sky blue eyes.

She lost a lot of youthfulness, became more mature, and then showed a bright smile: "Actually, it's not bad."