My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 63 The Icarus

"Ma'am, welcome aboard."

Moored on Tilbury's pier is a huge steel ship that looks old. It is about 100 meters long and 20 meters wide. There was thick smoke, and a sailor was climbing on the mast at the bow to blow his horn, but he couldn't quite hear the tune.

The white paint on the hull and the black bottom marking the waterline peeled off in some places, revealing the rusted iron underneath. ——A red flag decorated with a white five-pointed star was painted on the hull. The color was also stained by the rain and the sun. The name underneath was newly painted, and it looked bright and bright from a distance. It read " Canard-White Star Line".

Waiters in brand-new sailor suits stood on the shore to help VIPs carry bags and dogs. They used iron fences to enclose a huge space on the pier for tourists who bought first-class tickets to board the ship first. The spacious and white gangway handrails It is even dotted with enamel mosaics imported from the Far East, which seem to be the story of Napoleon's creation of an empire.

Nelson put the suitcase at his feet and was standing beside the gangway, holding a cane in both hands to stretch. He had just gotten off the little wreck in London. The turbulence of the wind and the smell of the cabin made him a little sick, so he didn't want to be too early. boarding.

"Hey! Don't touch Salsa, it doesn't like being hugged by strangers!" Nelson looked up to the side, a well-dressed young woman was staring at the waiter serving her boarding with disgust, reaching out and grabbing the dog Rope, stepping on high-heeled shoes arrogantly, walking up the stairs with a bang, without forgetting to say, "I will complain to you!"

The young waiter suddenly lost his face. He quickly noticed Nelson next to him, put away his frustration, walked to Nelson with a smile, and greeted, "This little gentleman, where is your family?"

"I came alone." Nelson was still moving, and he was still wearing the same clothes - a gray plaid coat and a soft felt hat, holding a luxurious cane, looking very dusty, if he could stick to a With a moustache, he is an old-fashioned gentleman. He originally thought he looked stupid in this dress, but who would have thought that he was quite avant-garde after this. It is hard to imagine that he and these people lived in the same era .After exercising, he picked up the box, handed the ticket to the waiter, and stepped on the gangway, "Can you take me to the room, please? I want to take a shower first."

"Of course, Mr. Williams." After examining the ticket, the waiter bowed and saluted, then got up and said, "Sir, let me get the suitcase for you."

"No, thank you." Nelson, who had already climbed aboard, looked at the busy sailors on the deck and the guests who had begun to socialize with wine glasses. He turned his head to look at the waiter who followed, and squinted at the white star badge on his chest. Nameplate, "Jack? Does this ship have a name?"

"Yes, it's called Icarus, but we all call it Ika." Jack nodded, walked into the management room on the first floor, walked out with a bunch of keys, and gestured, "Sir, please Come with me, your room is here."

"Hs..." Nelson shook his head, the disadvantage of reading a lot was obvious. He squatted and joked softly, "It's really not a good name."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, the boiler room is so loud, I didn't hear what you were saying." Jack turned around and apologized, "Your room is right in front of you, and at the end of the hallway, there is the third room. "

"Okay, give me the key, I'll go there myself." Nelson took out a few shillings of coins from his pocket, handed it to Jack, took the key, and asked, "Please help me go to the store below to buy one. A new set of pen and ink, as long as you can use it, and buy a stack of letter paper and five envelopes..."

"Okay, sir." Jack put away the money and turned to leave.

"Forget it, buy a few more." Nelson stopped him, took out two more, and put them in Jack's palm. "The rest is the tip." After that, he picked up the box and walked to the room.

I have to say that the summer vacation trip was all about staying with relatives. Nelson didn't notice the various facilities during the trip. He opened the door and saw that the sunlight through the spacious porthole was enough to brighten the whole room. , narrowed his eyes happily.

Putting down his luggage, Nelson didn't rush to pack, but pushed open the door and walked out. He locked the door and walked straight to the top of the building.

Maybe it was because there weren't enough people boarding the boat. There were not many people on the platform on the roof. Nelson stood beside the handrail, unbuttoned and opened his clothes, feeling the salty sea breeze in the dampness. Looking at the crowd of people below, the fence on the pier has been removed, and the shipping company has also replaced it with a stronger and simpler gangway, and began to formally check the tickets. Although there are many people below, it looks messy, but in fact the order is in order. Well, nothing as expected happened.

"The boat will leave in an hour." A man who was also blowing wind on the roof walked over to Nelson. He leaned back against the handrail, half of his weight was in the air, he held a pipe and held it deep in his mouth. He took a sip, held it for a while, and exhaled three regular smoke rings. They floated into the sky and expanded until they dissipated in the sea breeze.

Nelson turned his head to look at him. The man next to him was unshaven and wore a fur coat with a sailor suit that he had worn for a long time. He should be working on this ship. Nelson smelled a pungent smell of smoke. He couldn't help wrinkling his nose, leaning on the handrail and looking at the crowd of people on the pier, "Is it too late?"

"You have to make it in time. If you don't leave on time, someone will always bump into you." The man took a breath, but he coughed. The ash and shredded tobacco, "Broken tobacco... I'm the chief mate of this ship, you can call me Jack."

He squeezed a bit of tobacco out of his pocket and stuffed it into his pipe, tucked the collar of his coat around his neck to keep out the wind, and rubbed the match with great difficulty.

"Jack? Is your name Jack too?" Nelson laughed, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to First Officer Jack's mouth.

"Do you still smoke?" Mate Jack came up with a pipe and said vaguely, "Do you know little Jack?"

"He was the one who sent me to the room." Nelson nodded and put the lid on the lighter. "It's a souvenir. I don't smoke, but I like it."

"Indeed, the design is very unique. It should be windproof and suitable for the sea." Jack's first mate commented professionally.

The two chatted one after another, and the crowd on the pier was much sparser, leaving only a few dozen people crowded under the gangway, and a 4*4 phalanx farther away.First mate Jack told Nelson a lot of interesting stories at sea, and introduced the division of labor in various positions on the ship in detail, which opened his eyes.

"Who are they? Are they soldiers?" Nelson stretched his arms and pointed to the phalanx.

"Who are they? Let me see..." First Officer Jack squinted his eyes and looked at the pier, then turned his head after a while, "You must avoid contact with them, they are not soldiers, they are mental patients from London, I don't know. What to send to Europe... but you shouldn't have to deal with them, their leaders won't let them go out."

First Mate Jack quickly scolded the company with some swear words unique to the sea, scolded them for putting these dangerous elements on this shift, scolded them as vampires lying on the seamen, and cursed all their ships to sink into the sea... As his subject became more and more dangerous and sinister, Nelson hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't be like this, we are still on this ship." He grabbed the sleeve of First Officer Jack. "Speaking of which, people named Jack may be born with a relationship with the sea. I already know four Jacks who are related to the sea."

"Who?" First mate Jack stuffed a bit of shredded tobacco into his pipe, held it up and sucked it, while asking with great interest.

"Besides the two of you, there are two others, one named Jack Sparrow and one named Jack Dawson."

"Who are they? Are they also seamen?"

"No, they are characters in a novel, a pirate novel, a romance novel."

"No wonder I don't know them," said First Mate Jack, grinning softly, in a self-deprecating tone. "I don't read much after all."

He glanced at the pier again, knocked off the shredded tobacco in his pipe, straightened up and put on his sailor cap, "I have to go to the deck, remember to go downstairs for dinner later."

"Goodbye." Nelson took off his hat and said goodbye, looking at the empty pier with only a few cleaning sailors, walking to the stairs and jumping down one step at a time, the hull shook again, Nelson could hear the heavy chain being wrapped around the winch The sound of the friction, and the sound of the anchor rubbing against the riverbed transmitted to the shore through the iron chain.

"Ugh-"

When the whistle sounded, Nelson was already lying in the bathtub watching the advertisements in the room with relish, and his bed was littered with maps, a newspaper, and a notebook, the top one depicting the destination as North Sea shipping routes in Poland.

"This may be the last time this ship has taken this route." Nelson shook his head, buried his head in the water and purred bubbles. The sound in the water became vague and magical, "After all, there is a war going on."

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub shook violently, and they moved forward as a whole, and a few splashes of water splashed on the floor of the bathroom. The huge inertia made him completely immersed in the water.He fluttered a few times, got up from the bathtub, walked to the mirror and began to wipe his body.

The ship opened, and it will be a week before the next docking.

(End of this chapter)