Reborn As a Pirate

jingle! jingle!

A feeble rattle of a bell woke Lauer from his half-dream.

Well...Mom...it's not dawn yet...

He muttered and wanted to turn over, but suddenly found that his body was very heavy. Something was pressing against his stomach, squeezing it so that he couldn't move at all.

He tried to push, and as soon as his arm reached out, he pushed a big furry ball.

The ball made a younger sister's voice: Brother...don't shake me...it's so uncomfortable...

Ah... so it's Sophia.

Memory revived.

Raul's name is Raul Boclon, he is 10 years old, and he is from Spain.

He originally lived with his parents and his 6-year-old sister Sofia in the Viscounty of Zona on the outskirts of Barcelona. Although he has the status of a freeman, since the output of the field is not worth the annual tax of a family of four, he has never made any decisions freely since he can remember.

The so-called freedom is just a simple symbol on the household registration.

Raul's father was a farmer and a mason in the viscount's family, and his mother was a farmer and a cook in the viscount's family. Raul carried hay in the viscount's cow pen since he was a child, and Sophia was very cute. She began to learn how to be an excellent maid from the age of 4.

This life changed two months ago.

During dinner, his father had a rare drink, and after praying before the meal, he suddenly announced to the family that he had exchanged the family's twenty-acre farm for four boat tickets to the New World.

They will go to the far side of the ocean, where His Majesty the King has established a new town called Miami, where there are no greedy nobles, and even the humble free people can eat the food grown in their own fields.

Then...they boarded the immigrant boat named May Flower, and squeezed into the cabin of more than ten square meters with six other families, and were only allowed to get out of the cabin for half an hour a day.

The weak ringing bell is the time report at zero o'clock every day, and hearing the ringing bell means that a new day has begun.

Today, it should be the 33rd day... Raul muttered and moved his butt, a tingling feeling spread through half of his body like a needle prick, and he gasped for breath.

But he really has no position to complain.

The cabin is very crowded,

In order to give the children more space to rest, the men divided the small cabin into seven parts.

Raul's house occupies a corner close to the hull and has its own porthole. As long as the weather is fine, Raul and Sophia can even bask in the sun for an hour or two.

But also because of the exclusive use of portholes, their deck is fully half smaller than other families.

Dad slept like a wall between two big bags, Mom's body was pressed against the rough bulkhead, Raul was lying on Mom's lap, and Sofia used Raul's flat belly as a pillow. Only in this way can this small precious space completely accommodate their family of four.

Mom hasn't lay down and rested for many days...

Raul thought while rubbing Sophia's fluffy hair, and suddenly felt his eyes light up.

sunrise?

He opened his eyes in surprise, and saw a gentle golden light overflowing from the small porthole, which indeed looked like the rising sun.

But hadn't the bell just rung?

The bells rang only at zero o'clock, and the sun should never have risen so quickly.

Could it be that the ringing bell just now meant something else? The boat is broken? There are pirates? Or... dock?

Thinking of landing, Raul sat up with a groan.

Mom was awakened by this sudden movement, and Sophia's tiny body was thrown out, hitting Dad's back with an ah.

Dad straightened forward and hit the neighbor's sister with a head hammer. The sister thought it was an indecent encounter, and screamed, dragging the entire cabin out of sleep.

What happened!

Father, Mr. Boclon wants to kiss me secretly!

What!

Tuka, this is a misunderstanding!

You despicable pervert, explain to God!

I said it was a misunderstanding! It was Sophia who hit me!

Brother...you hurt me...wow!!!

It's a mess!

Seeing that his father was about to be grabbed by the neighbor's Mr. Tuka, Raul mustered up the courage out of nowhere, and opened his hands to block between the two grown men.

Mr Tuca, Daddy, the sun is rising!

Tuka's fist stopped in the air, and he gritted his teeth: What's so strange about the sunrise? Little Raul, get out of the way, your father must pay for his actions!

But the bell rang only a few minutes ago! When the bell rang, the sun came out!

Eh? When the bell rang, the sun... came out?

...

On January 2, 1786, sunny, the Mayflower docked at Port Newport, Miami Beach after a 32-day voyage.

Holding his sister's hand, Raul stepped off the board in confusion.

In front of him was a bustling port full of people.

From north to south, the long stone embankment extends forward along the coastline. Every few tens of meters, there is a wide stone plank road branching to the sea. The short length is forty to fifty meters, and the long length is two to three hundred meters.

The mooring conditions in Miami Beach are very good. The side facing the Atlantic Ocean faces the wind, and there are dozens of kilometers of shallow sandy beaches. The side facing the Bay of Biscay is leeward. The berthing needs of large ships.

It was a godsend that Miami Beach was able to expand to its current size in a few years.

Lorraine has drawn a large port area along the coast of the Bay of Biscay. The old port is located on the opposite bank of Hekou Town. On both sides, there are scheduled cross-sea bridge plots and ferry terminals connecting the two sides. To the north is the new port that was fully delivered in November last year. , to the south of which is the third phase of the commercial port, which is under construction at the same time.

The first-time pioneers didn't understand why, they were just shocked.

There is a white stone pier that can't be seen as far as the eye can see. Next to the pier is a flat seawall dotted with flower beds. Next to the seawall is a wide palm-lined coastal avenue. On the other side of the avenue is a row of high and low buildings with colorful walls.

Most of the port area of ​​Xingang has been sold, but after all, it has only been used for a short time. So far, only about one-third of it has been completed, and more buildings are still under construction.

But such a bustling construction scene is more stimulating to the senses than the prosperity of business. The construction team, material trucks, materials piled up beside the road, and the shadows of boats on the pier...

Raul grabbed his father's sleeve nervously, cowering behind the lord: Dad... this... didn't you say that Miami was built only recently by His Majesty the King?

Dad opened his mouth wide and looked dull: I... the Herald did say that Miami was built last year by the Florida Governor's Mansion.

My dear, there are not so many boats in the port of Barcelona... The mother's performance was no more calm than that of the children.

Barcelona is still more prosperous than here! Dad seems to be convincing his mother, more like convincing himself, I went to Barcelona the year before last, although it is not as full as here, but the pier in Barcelona is much bigger than this many……

It turns out that Barcelona is so prosperous...

Mom let out a long sigh of relief, not knowing which part of the conversation reassured her.

Honey, we... what should we do next?

Next... Dad was stunned.

According to the news he inquired in Spain, immigrants should go to the city hall to naturalize as soon as possible after arriving in a new town, and local officials will take them to their new residence and arrange the fields.

If the local environment is harsh, adult men may also receive weapons, receive uniform military training, and participate in slave hunting, bandit suppression, or patrols to defend towns.

All in all, their purpose should be clear, which is to go to the city hall.

The problem is, my father always thought that Miami was just an ordinary town, because it was near the sea, there would probably be a wharf consisting of two or three plank roads, a wall made of logs, and four or five hundred residents, no matter where they stood There, you can see the town hall and church at a glance.

who knows……

what to do……

Mom, we have to find Mr. Pilot. Little Sophia's voice broke the unspeakable embarrassment, Uncle the bearded sailor told me that Mr. Pilot will give us a map, which shows the way to the Immigration Department.

Immigration Agency? Raul looked at his sister strangely, Sophia, what is the Immigration Agency?

A good place to conjure houses and land, Uncle Bearded Sailor said.

Is it a good place... Raul looked at Dad inquiringly, and Mom looked at Dad with the same gaze.

Daddy?/Honey?

Anyway, let's go and have a look. Dad carried the luggage and smiled wryly, We have no way out, if we are in danger... Raul, take my sister and run away.

Um!