Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

At this moment, in Rhett's eyes, Scott, who had always been a cat in front of him, finally showed his fangs and claws, and two devil's sharp horns appeared on his head, shaking and shaking.

Rhett chuckled aloud at this indescribable imagining, especially incongruous in the hospital filled with screams, screams, and groans.

Scott glared at him quietly, took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, wrapped them in a handkerchief and handed them to Mrs. Merriwat, saying, "As a member of the Confederacy, that's all I can do now."

A smile appeared on Mrs. Merriwat's plump face. "You've always been so kind, Scott, and your parents are so proud of you. Although I shouldn't ask of a hero who has done his best for the South, But our medicines are really at the end of their rope... How can I bear to look at the warriors who have paid so much for us..."

In front of me were Mrs. Merriwat's teary eyes.

In the ears, there are the painful screams and groans of the wounded soldiers.

Scott interrupted her: "I'll smuggle the cordon one more time for our wounded. Take it easy, Mrs. Merriwat."

Under the strict blockade of the northern warships.

"I know you're crazy, baby. But since it's rare for you to be crazy, I have to accompany you." Rhett crossed his arms and smiled more mysteriously than Mona Lisa.

...Scott hated his smile the most.

A few weeks later, the Sea Cat, a sleek gray-painted stowaway—Ritter must have called it that—was idling in the shallow waters near Charleston.

It was the second dark night in recent days, and the starlight was reflected on the ocean surface, so bright that it could be seen very far without a telescope.In the cold moonlight the sand was paler than the ocean.

"We'll be done soon," Scott said to himself.

Rhett squeezed his hand in reply.

What a magical kitten, the usual vigilance is hidden under the expressionless appearance, but once in danger, it bursts out with the speed, ferocity and strength of a cheetah.

Rhett's sharp red lips, like sea fog, diffused a layer of smile.

Since the North occupied Fort Wagner in Charleston, it has been difficult for ships to sneak across the Charleston blockade.Most warriors chose the port of Wilmington, North Carolina, where it can sneak along two coastlines and has two protected entrances to sneak through.

But Charleston... the cannons of the north control the channel in the deep waters, no Confederate ship dares to sail west of Fort Sumter, and the channel to the east is narrow and winding, and at low tide the great body of water is only four feet five inches deep, while the nimble Sea Cat had a draft of four feet.

The northern army knew that blockade smugglers would sneak in on dark nights, and they knew the waterways they had to travel.The blockade at this time has always been very tight, and the bright-eyed federal sentinels desperately kept their eyes open, trying their best to see through the thick night.

The Seacat was getting closer and closer to Charleston.In that rushing shoal, the waves became more violent.Although the northern battleship is far away from them, the scout boat will patrol back and forth in this puddle.The reconnaissance boat was smaller than the smuggling boat and could not cause substantial damage to the Seacat, but the scouts on the boat would fire signal flares once they found something abnormal, directing the warship's firepower to the smuggling boat, which was vulnerable to the onslaught of artillery.

Fine waves creaked under the feet, and one after another rushed to the shore, and then retreated with a hiss.

Scott raised his left hand to indicate to Rhett that "there is a federal patrol boat to the left of the Sea Cat's bow."

"Your night vision is like a feral cat, baby."

At this most urgent moment and the most dangerous moment, only Rhett can make jokes unscrupulously.

As expected, the helmsman of the Federation patrol boat spotted a shadow in the night—a shape that might be a Federation ship or a Confederate stowaway.

The helmsman took out a signal flare from the iron box and shouted at the ship: "Password!"

Scott raised a dueling pistol—he had strapped something to it as a makeshift, fake silencer—and pulled the trigger.

The helmsman didn't even hum, and fell limply into the shallow water.

Scott blew on the muzzle.This shot gave them at least five extra seconds.

Poor man, I'm so sorry.If I don't get the medicine on the ship to Atlanta, more people will die.

"What are you doing, Tom?" said another sailor in the scout boat.He also noticed the Sea Cat, hurriedly took out another flare, and shouted, "Hey! What's the password!"

"Great Commonwealth!" cried Rhett.

Tonight's password was "President Lincoln," but last night's was "Union Forever."The new sailor hesitated with flares and matches.

Hadn't been on a blockade smuggler for weeks, could this be a Federation ship and the captain just happened to hear or misread the semaphore?

"Password!" repeated the kind, patient sailor.

Scott jumped onto the bow and shouted provocatively: "Damn war!" He shouted vigorously, and while pulling the trigger, hit the sailor's right hand holding the match.

Amidst the painful screaming and cursing of his companions, a nimble helmsman lit the flare. At the same time, the Sea Cat ran into the patrol boat, knocking all the sailors on board into the sea.

"We would like to thank this kind man for his hesitation, Rhett." Scott's black hair has grown a bit long, and he has not had time to go to the barber shop for a good cut, so he tied it up with a rope and hung it over his head. Later—such a deviant men’s hairstyle, more than 100 years later, in the 21st century, only the artist will keep it—was fluttering like a flag in the whistling night wind.

"Your night vision has also made a big contribution, baby!" The wind poured into his stomach, and the shells of the Federation warship exploded twenty feet away, but Rhett didn't care at all, and he looked very high-spirited.

They got wet from the splashing water, just like playing water fights when they were children.

"Their hit rate has increased." Scott grinned and pointed his middle finger in the direction of the artillery fire. "We need to speed up."

Rhett shouted into the communication tube: "Speed ​​up!" Then he picked up the binoculars and looked at the front as if nothing had happened. It seemed that the roaring artillery fire of the Northern warship was just a harmless firework on a pleasant summer night.

The Sea Cat moved forward with difficulty under the gunfire, and the whole ship was hit by continuous splashes of water, as if passing under a waterfall.

"Did you see the water fence, my green-eyed little black cat!"

"If you call me that again, I'll...strike!" Scott narrowed his eyes, and he noticed that the water fence placed low in the water was getting closer.This kind of water fence is usually only visible at dawn. Thanks to Scott's eyesight, they can pass through the blockade of the firepower net more safely under the cover of night.

The Sea Cat was hit by a shell and she quivered and swayed like a drowned cat.Even so, they got through.The mines hanging from the water fence were less than a foot away from the Sea Cat.

Fragments of the last shell landed on the deck, bouncing twice.

"We passed again." Scott breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm running out of adrenaline again."

"Please check the damage on the Seacat, engineer." Rhett ordered in a rough voice.

"Let us know whether it is more cost-effective to sell scrap iron or sell the ship." Scott simply lay down on the deck, stretching his limbs without any image.

"I won't sell the Sea Cat, baby, she is our last smuggling ship, and she is also the witness of our last smuggling blockade."

After relaxing, Scott felt dizzy.His vision was somewhat blurred, and Rhett's face could not be seen clearly in the night, only a row of white and neat teeth were shining slightly.

The whole of Charleston is still shrouded in the darkness of Rhett's complexion, the city is filled with the smell of brick dust, earth and fire, and the representative of the old south is no longer seen, and the old city that is elegant, rich, slow and quiet is no longer seen. .

"Slow down."

The dock area has long been bombed, the sailboats are paralyzed on the shore, and the steamboats are sunk at the bottom of the river, enduring the impact of the waves day after day.

Most of Charleston's speculators sat on the sidelines in Wilmington, but whenever a stowaway came in, there were people eager to do business.

Flickering lights illuminate the Sea Cat.

"I'll get myself some taffeta and buttons, dear warriors!"

"You must have left me buttons and lace and ribbons, Rhett?"

"I want ten cases of Bordeaux and ten cases of champagne!"

The Sea Cat came to a complete stop and the boilers began to vent.In the swish, Scott heard the lapping of the river, the shout of Commander Rhett, and the beating of his own heart...but he didn't hear people's desire for luxury.

"I can't help you tonight, gentlemen. We didn't bring back luxuries, the whole cabin is full of bandages and medicine." Rhett smiled brightly, "But I did bring back a few bottles of brandy, maybe Can we have a drink to our beautiful blue flag?"

"My God!" the people cried in disappointment, "why did you choose such an unlucky time to show your patriotism?"

They left the pier one after another.

"The train will leave in an hour and a half, honey. You don't want to keep Dr. Meade waiting?" Rhett didn't say any sarcasm or jokes, he looked into the green eyes of his companion quietly, and for a moment, Scott He even felt that he just wanted to watch it like this, as if he wanted time to stop at this moment.

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