Assassin’s Adventure

In the port of Brest, the Jackdaw carried out a small supply, and Mickey took the sailors around, trying to find the goods that the port could sell.

Finally, in a remote place, they found a farm, where they bought a lot of wheat and sheep.

Well, this kind of goods can't make money at all, it's not a special product, and there is no price difference that can be resold.

"Captain, we can only buy these."

The sailors behind Mickey were holding a lamb each, while others were carrying bags of wheat.

At this time, Gordon was instructing the remaining sailors to load the purchased rum and ale onto the boat, and nodded at the big bags.

"Well done Mickey, that's exactly what we need."

It is not easy to find these things that can be regarded as commodities, which is not a problem.

This port only stayed for less than four hours, and the Jackdaw set sail again.

The sea without wind and waves is undoubtedly very boring. They crossed the Bay of Biscay in two days and came to the province of A Coruña located in the northwest corner of Spain. Ferrol is the name of the port here, the most famous in Spain. Major shipbuilding port.

Along the coast, you can see the continuous sandy beach on the far side of the port. Although the sun is getting late, the clock tower is ringing by the sea, and many fishing boats have started to dock.

Ferrol is a harmonious port, with a mild climate, wide beaches, and children running on the sand, but it is also here that many battleships of the Spanish Armada were built here, and many were abandoned in this era.

Gordon stood on the side of the ship, holding the lock in one hand, and glanced at the shipyard on the far shore. The far wooden track extended to the sea, and at the end of the track, only one ship was being built, and the rest The five shipyards have been invisible, and some are even overgrown with weeds.

The decline of the Spanish Armada completely hit the once empire on which the sun never sets, and the economic depression and rampant piracy exacerbated the decline of the shipbuilding industry.

Two fishing boats followed the Jackdaw to the port, and the workers waiting at the dock began to help pull the fishing nets, pulling these sea fish to the market for sale, or to cultivate them in seawater.

This port has been here for generations. Fishing is the main business. Although almost every family worked in the shipyard when Spain was strong, now everyone has resumed the traditional fishing that has been around for thousands of years.

Compared with these fishing boats, the Jackdaw really belongs to the rank of behemoths. There are no special products here, and there is nothing that might contain wealth. Usually only warships dock, and even pirates are reluctant to patronize this port.

According to the information obtained from Duke Strange, the Spanish treasure hunt fleet set sail from here. They need to find out the route of that fleet and the specific information about the Spanish ship that looks like a pirate ship.

"Break down here!"

Gordon ordered.

The sailors pulled the sails up, and with the sound of the clanging chains sliding, the anchor hit the bottom of the sea, bringing the Jackdaw to a complete stop.

Three planks stretched out from the boat, and someone on the dock was already shouting at the boat, "Sir, do you need to hire a porter? Or a flatbed carriage!"

In the past, this kind of thing was all in charge of Coolidge, but now it can only be Gordon's turn to get off the ship and discuss with the person who recruited the job.

"Bring me three carriages, I need to know where is the nearest exchange?"

"Five shillings, sir, and I can take you to the exchange."

Gordon lit a cigar, and then began to greet the sailors to start carrying lambs and wheat. He suddenly thought that if it was the workers in charge of carrying the wharf, he might know more about the treasure hunt ships.

The person in charge of the solicitation in front of him was a burly man with a big beard. Although it was late, he was only wearing a simple singlet, and then began to greet the people on the side to bring the carriage over.

"My name is Gordon, the captain of this ship, what's your name, sir."

Gordon chose a more decent name, and then handed him a cigar, indicating whether he wanted one.

Obviously, the man was a smoker. Looking at this good quality Cuban cigar, he swallowed unconsciously, and then waved his hand.

"Thank you for your kindness, my name is Drew, but this is too precious."

He has been transporting at the dock for a long time. Of course, he has seen this kind of cigar. It is a good cigar made in Havana. I heard that it costs five pounds per box. When a warship was moored in this port, a soldier took one because A cigar belonging to the captain, hung from the mast for two days.

Gordon forcibly shoved it into his hands: "Don't look outside, I have a lot more. Actually, I want to ask you about the treasure hunt fleet."

Drew finally took Gordon's cigar, and then slowly lit it. For them, the confrontation between the countries was too far away, and they were just carrying it quietly at the dock. At most, they had money to drink a little wine, and then watch. Growing up with my own children, I didn't even realize how important this news was.

In this era of high-level status ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's flattering enough to have a captain who can put down his body to make friends with you and hand over a cigar of good value, let alone just inquiring about some irrelevant information .

The sailors of the Jackdaw have begun to carry the lambs into the carriage, and then follow the carriage to carry the goods to the trading field.

"Captain, we're going to the trading floor."

Mickey came over to say hello. This was what they had negotiated. By inquiring about the supplies of the warship, we could know the range of their maximum voyage and the specific number of people.

Gordon nodded, then continued to chat with Drew.

"Half a month ago, we met a pirate ship with green sails and ransacked a ship of our chamber of commerce, but recently we heard that the ship was actually in the Spanish fleet, and the person in charge of the chamber of commerce asked us to Find out the specific information, why the Spanish royal family, the king who hates pirates the most, will accept that pirate ship."

Gordon seemed a little melancholy, and it was time to try his hand at acting again.

Drew also began to recall that the sailors of that ship were carrying knives and guns at all times. They had a lot of tattoos on their bodies, and their expressions were fierce. No matter who they looked at, they had a suffocating aura. If it weren't for the soldiers of the Royal Fleet, they really wanted to run away. Far from it, exactly as Gordon describes the pirates.

Drew didn't give Gordon much information, except for one thing.

"I watched those people enter the Governor's Palace accompanied by soldiers. Who knows? If they are really pirates, the Governor should hang them."

The two chatted a little more, and then as it got dark, Drew had to leave. He had already lost a lot of time. Gordon wanted to give him a silver coin as compensation, but he refused. , only charged for the hire of the carriage.