shadow of britain

Chapter 100 Special Anti-Elder Noble Phantasm
The sun had just risen at this time, and the water on the Thames was still foggy.

However, the West India wharf is brightly lit, and the wharf business is always so brisk during the peak shipping season.

Among the sailors at the pier, Elder was leaning on a railing and yawning sleepily.

Looking at the sailors who were carrying boxes of supplies to the ship, he took out a pipe from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, then exhaled the smoke ring contentedly, and sighed: "Extremely comfortable!"

Darwin was standing beside him. He looked at the boxes of cabbage, fresh beef and rum, and he doubted his own eyes.

He pestered Elder next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Elder, did you lie to me before? Didn't you say that the treatment of the Royal Navy is bad? But I think the food here is okay." !"

Elder glanced at Darwin, and snorted disdainfully: "Charles, of course the food is good when you are near the sea. If you go on an ocean voyage for a few months, you will be rewarded later. And the treatment I said is not good, mainly Refers to the salary level.

I didn't say that the Royal Navy was bad!Aren't you a naturalist?Then you should know, if the animals can't eat well, how can he have the strength to complete two rounds of shelling in less than three and a half minutes? "

Darwin stared at the sailor passing by with a lemon juice box in front of him, couldn't help swallowing, and he muttered, "But isn't this food a little too good? Does the army have this kind of treatment?"

"Army? Are they worthy? They eat shit!"

Elder taunted: "Those old hats gnaw some mashed potatoes and some bread crumbs. The army has long legs. It's enough to be able to walk without starvation. Who can be an army, line up and shoot, whatever Find a few people to train for two weeks and you will be able to go to the battlefield. What technical content does this unit need?
Sailors in the Royal Navy are different from them, we are all valuable technical talents here.You know, Charles, how difficult it is to raise a skilled sailor.

Many of our sailors boarded the ship when they were seven or eight years old.If they were put outside, all of them would be technicians on merchant ships.

It is not a joke that merchant ships are willing to pay three or four times the price to dig them up. Those ship owners are not stupid, at least they are very clear about the calculations.

For such talents, it's okay if the navy can't afford much salary, but at least the supply must be better.

Because of this, even in the most difficult period of the Napoleonic Wars, sailors in the Royal Navy could eat at least a few pounds of stale corned beef a week and drink a gallon of beer a day. "

Hearing this, Darwin couldn't help being stunned and said, "Are you telling the truth?"

Elder nodded: "Of course, why should I lie to you about this. Right, don't you understand after staying on the boat for a while?

As long as they don't go offshore for a long time, the meals of the Royal Navy are always okay, and almost all fleet commanders attach great importance to the issue of supplies.

Part of the reason why General Nelson was so popular in the Royal Navy was that he had very strict requirements on the supplies of the fleet. He had to try the dishes for the sailors himself, and he had to return and re-buy any dishes that he found unpalatable. .

It is precisely because of this that everyone is willing to work hard for him.Moreover, after the Trafalgar naval battle, the captured French coach Villeneuve insisted when he came to the Victory for a meal: "You eat so well, no wonder you win the battle."

But I can also understand, after all, the corned beef that the Royal Navy hates the most can become a delicacy in the French.They even enjoyed eating that kind of food, so it's no wonder they exclaimed about our food. "

Speaking of this, Elder suddenly pulled out the "Daily Food Quota for the Crew of the Beagle" stuffed in his breast pocket and looked at it.

"Let me see, the Admiralty of Sea Training got us something nice this week...

On Monday, 3 pound of biscuits, 4 pint of wine, [-] pound of pork, [-]/[-] pint of peas, [-]/[-] oz of lemon juice.

Tuesday, 3 pound of biscuits, 4/[-] pint of rum, [-] pounds of corned beef, [-] pint of oats, [-] ounces of butter, [-]/[-] ounce of lime juice.

Wednesday... well, isn't that today? "

Elder took a closer look, and suddenly slapped his head and exclaimed: "Oh! Fuck! Today's dishes are a bit rich! Four pounds of flour and one pound of raisins, half a pint of gin, and half One pound of cabbage and three pounds of fresh mutton! There is even black tea with sugar after the meal!

my Lord!Colonel Fitzroy was kind enough to arrange it.He knows that brothers don't like to go on a boat, so he specially listed the table of top-notch delicacies for us! "

When Darwin heard what Elder said, he actually began to look forward to the life of the sea training for the next week.

He swallowed greedily, pointed to his backpack again, and complained to Elder.

"Elder, you kid is really not a thing! You said that life at sea was so miserable before, so I bought a lot of food yesterday and prepared to take it on board. Now it seems that these things are probably useless Now, the meals served on board alone can keep me fed every day."

Elder also gave him a blank look: "It's miserable, of course. When we start sailing around the world later and we can't dock for supplies, you will feel better! Besides, I'm talking about letting you buy some for this sea training." Shredded tobacco, playing cards, etc., you insist on buying groceries, and you blame me when you’re done. Charles, it’s your fault.”

"I don't know how to smoke or gamble, so why would I buy those things?"

Elder said angrily: "Can't you learn if you don't know it? Besides, even if you don't play, I can play!"

Darwin was also angry when he heard this: "Hey! Elder, you fucking..."

But before he finished cursing, he saw three people in black coats running towards them on the pier.

Darwin pushed Elder away, squinted his eyes and looked at them, muttering: "What do those people do?"

Elder turned his head indifferently, but when he saw the outfits of the three of them, he immediately ran to the boat in fright: "Damn it! It must be asking me to collect debts! These bastards are chasing too hard. Don’t I just owe more than ten pounds in gambling debts? Alas! Charles, don’t look at me, boy, hurry up and get on board with me!”

Elder was about to wipe the soles of his feet and slip away, but Darwin grabbed him unexpectedly.

"Don't you run in such a hurry, that seems to be the two Scotland Yard officers whom Arthur and I taught."

"Arthur?" Elder didn't believe Darwin's words. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Charles, didn't I just trick you into buying some snacks? Is it possible to retaliate against me like this? Are you going to let go? I can do it if you don't let go." Turned face ah!
I, Elder, may be a respectable gentleman who graduated from the University of London, but if I unleash the devil hidden in my heart, I will show you how powerful an Oxford villain is! "

One of Elder and Darwin wanted to run away, but the other refused to let go.

The two were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard Arthur's voice running through the entire pier.

"Elder, you fucking see clearly, I'm not a debt collector! If you dare to run away, I'll go back to Scotland Yard and find out all about your case!"

(End of this chapter)