"The ingredients are... Pickled roast chicken breasts."

    "Toast, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, cream, strawberries... And bread and carrots."

    "Practice... Cut off the baking edge of the toast, coat it with cream and bottom it... Put lettuce and tomato, bread... Fold the chicken breast and bacon together, and then cover it with another piece of toast."

    "Diagonal... Cut!"

    "Finally, stick strawberries, sprinkle shredded radish, and insert thin wooden strips... The perfect granny Rowling secret edition Royal Collection sandwich, done!"

    In the kitchen of the Artemis beauty, little pierce carefully packed up the legacy recipes left by grandma Rowling, loaded the sandwiches, picked them up and opened the hatch.

    Today is a sunny day with warm sea breeze and gentle waves.

    Lorraine was lying on the deck, drawing against the huge charts around him.

    Pierce went up with a sandwich and asked curiously, "Mr. captain, isn''t Hooke''s chart ready-made? Why do you want to redraw it?"

    "Because it''s accurate." Lorraine added a smooth curve to the chart, put down his pen and looked at Pierce. "Hooke''s chart provides us with the location of 24 black ports, covering Norway, Finland, the Netherlands, Prussia, Britain, France and Spain. It''s worth it."

    "But this set of drawings should be inherited or robbed. Because there are different handwriting on the marks, and the base map is very old. From the coastline and signature, I guess it is a civil drawing of the Dutch Maritime Bureau in the early 16th century."

    "You can even see that?" pierce stared.

    Lorraine smiled and took the plate: "in order to get familiar with the evolution of the coastline, I have personally drawn a total of 17 versions of military Strait maps from the 14th to the 18th century. Hooke''s set of maps also has Strait maps, so it can be roughly compared."

    "Wow..."

    Regardless of lying on the map trying to find a different Pierce, Lorraine put down the plate and squeezed a sandwich into his mouth.

    The sandwich tastes great.

    Lettuce and tomatoes neutralize the greasiness, highlighting the saltiness of chicken and bacon. Fresh cream and toast reflect each other, which makes the taste changeable and has a long aftertaste.

    Lorin Meimei chewed a few mouthfuls and praised, "little Pierce, is grandma Rowling''s secret recipe again?"

    "Yes." pierce didn''t look up. "Sir, what''s the difference between the pictures?"

    "The most obvious change is Dunkirk, in the Strait of Calais." Lorraine ate three large pieces and touched his stomach. "Did you send them to Haina?"

    "Ms. yesla is practicing throwing knives. I put it in her cabin."

    Lorraine nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly his face changed: "wait, bacon!"

    Pierce stood up and said, "God, I''ll come soon!"

    Watching little Pierce''s embarrassed figure rush into the stern cabin, Lorraine chewed a sandwich. There was only a wry smile except a wry smile.

    Three days after the auction, the visit to Sir Fermi achieved good results, and Karen Scott had not come to install the harpoon gun.

    Piddick sent Ramos a message that Karen was handling his resignation at Bell dock. In other words, although the two haven''t met yet, the piddick family has solved the biggest obstacle for Lorraine to board the ship.

    And the harvest of the auction

    In order to buy these three commodities, Lorraine paid a total of 615 pounds, 18 shillings and 10p, almost 616 pounds.

    The after tax income from tin and spices was only 281 pounds.

    In order to alleviate the financial pressure of the business group, after careful consideration, Lorraine had to temporarily add a set of bucket colored porcelain tea set at the auction the next day.

    This operation did not conform to the normal procedures of the auction, but considering the porcelain products provided by Lorraine, Ramos ran all nine auction VIPs except Lorraine overnight and obtained unanimous understanding and recognition.

    The tea set went on the stage of the auction, and set off a bidding upsurge no less than the beautiful fish in the morning of the next day. Finally, it was sold for ￡ 323 after tax.

    The money became Lorraine''s life-saving straw.

    With more money in his hand, he made every effort in the afternoon and won three bids one after another at an average price of ￡ 1.5 a barrel. He bought 150 barrels of third-class whisky and refilled the bottom cabin of the Artemis beauty.

    After the whole round of trading, he had nearly 160 pounds of cash left in his hand, which in most cases was enough to deal with the problems that merchant ships would face.

    The destination of the next stop to northern Europe has also been determined.

    In bocken Fjord, the fourth largest city in the kingdom of Norway, there is an unknown black port near Stavanger, which is also named Stavanger by hook.

    It was a Viking black harbor, and Lorraine was full of expectations for the next meeting with his compatriots.

    In this way, everything is ready, and his task in Elgin is only to attract Karen

    Lorraine took a deep breath and picked up the protractor again. Before the longitude and latitude of a new port were calculated, Ramos suddenly shouted under the ship.

    "Lorraine!"

    After all, they are young people, and both sides have shared experience in serving in the Royal Navy. After a few days together, Lorraine and Ramos have established a friendship enough to call them by name.

    Ramos shouted under the boat, "put down the board, look who I brought!"

    Lorraine looked up suspiciously and saw a tall and strong white haired young man standing beside Ramos.

    This man has a very high bridge of nose, pale complexion, amber eyes in deep sockets, thick eyebrows and sword eyes.

    He was wearing a beige half sleeved shirt and brown cotton trousers. He was tied with a huge hammer half a person high on his back. He carried a large wooden box with oil stains on it, but it gave people a strange feeling of cleanliness and tidiness.

    And he is very tall.

    Ramos and Lorraine are similar in height. They are already more than 180 cm tall, but they are a little shorter beside him.

    Looking at his thick arm, Lorraine suddenly thought of a name, Karen Scott.

    Unworthy apprentice boatman, are you here at last?

    Lorraine put down the planks.

    The young man and Ramos strode aboard and soon stood opposite Lorraine.

    Ramos smiled and introduced: "Lorraine, this is..."

    "Vikings?" Lorraine interrupted Ramos and raised his head.

    The young man grinned: "Germanic, but my motherland is the kingdom of Finland."

    "No wonder... As far as I know, few people in Prussia or the Holy Roman Empire can be as tall as you." Lorraine reached out and squeezed the young cast iron arm. "And strong."

    The young man puffed up his biceps like a mountain bag in front of Lorraine: "there''s no way. The boatman used to work hard, not to mention I''m still an excellent sailor."

    "How good is it?"

    "Unparalleled in the world."

    Lorraine laughed, shook his head and held out his hand to the young man: "Lorraine, Lorraine Jonathan Drake."

    "Karen Scott, a boatman''s Apprentice no one wants." Karen looked proudly into Lorraine''s eyes. "Captain, is your ship short of people?"

    "If you''re talking about a boatman at the master craftsman level and an unparalleled sailor in the world, you''re missing."

    With a snap, the two big hands were firmly held together.

    Lorraine smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Scott. You''ve been accepted."