A Day in the Pirate World

"All right, everyone knows what's going on, so I'll go for a run.

Hey, my officer is born to be a hard worker, and I just returned to the base, and I have to go to work non-stop.

To be honest, the old man in the Warring States Period really should give me a dedication award, otherwise he would be sorry for my hard work. "

When Mosen complained, Smoker and the two rolled their eyes and pretended not to hear.

Come on, if the Warring States Marshal really gave you a dedication award, then he would be blind.

"Then Smoker can stay at the base, and Drake will follow me to investigate." Mosen finally made a decision.

This incident actually happened for a while, but the base didn't take it seriously before.

The navy is not a babysitter, their main duty is to deal with the pirates who have been cutting crop after crop in this world, and they can't finish it no matter what.

Now the headquarters asks to investigate, but it is just to find some evidence, confirm the black hand behind it, and make a record.

This kind of thing can be big or small, the reason why Smoker and Drake reported to Mo Sen was still because they were worried about confronting the black hand behind the scenes.

Thanks to Mo Sen, they are not hostile to the forces formed by Garp's careless son.

So I don't want to cause conflicts casually.

After listening to Mawson's words, Drake went to prepare for sailing.

"By the way, Smoker, go investigate the traces of a pirate and report the news to me later." Mo Sen remembered the news to be checked, and it happened that Smoker stayed at the base and could follow up on this matter.

"That guy has a beard like a crescent moon like Whitebeard, and his name is Edward Weibull. It is said that he is the illegitimate son of Whitebeard who lives outside. I don't know if it is true or not."

At this time, Whitebeard II already has a reward order, but there is no reward order of hundreds of millions and there is no reference value.

The most important thing is to find the whereabouts of the other party first.

Smoker nodded.

There must be a reason for what Mo Sen can tell him to do solemnly.

If Mo Sen didn't tell, he wouldn't ask.

I have to say that Smoker has really matured a lot during his time with Mawson.

Not only because of the substantial improvement in strength, but also because Mo Sen often let him and Drake take charge of the affairs of a base.

It's a tough position, but it has to be said that both Drake and Smoker have done a great job.

Full of sense of accomplishment.

But why do you feel that the object you cultivated is not quite right?

Chapter 1 Shaking Hands and Making Peace (Chapter [-] asks for a monthly subscription~)

Time passed quickly, and the Mawson, which was ready to sail, began to set sail.

It is not close to the island where the Kingdom of Sikeal is located, and even a twin-turbocharged tractor-style steam-powered sailboat still takes a long time.

What's more, because of the limitation of fuel, there is no way to use steam power for the whole process.

Navigation in the age of sails is often dependent on the sky, not only to find a suitable channel, but also to master a wealth of navigation knowledge.

Sea current, wind direction and wind force are the primary factors affecting the speed of sailing, which is why navigators basically have a unique position on board.

Even the Mawson uses a mixture of sails and steam power, so it can't be too fast without going all out.

After a day and a half of sailing, the Mawson reached the island in the outermost area of ​​its jurisdiction.

On the deck that was cleaned up, Mo Sen told Drake: "Okay, later you go to collect information about the survivors of the Sikeal Kingdom, and two people will put the boat down for me, and I will go to Kulai Go to Ghana Island to investigate on the spot.

Hey...Speaking of which, having a handsome, gentle and caring officer like me is the blessing you have cultivated in several lifetimes. It's not like I only have an officer like old man Garp who can hammer people into doubting life. . "

Drake and the other soldiers who came out to perform the mission together twitched their facial muscles a few times.

Pretend you didn't hear the latter sentence.

Are you the same as Lieutenant General Garp, and you don't have a beep in your heart?

"Huh? Don't you agree with what I said?" Mo Sen suddenly looked at some winking guys.

Several people froze, and flattering smiles appeared on their faces.

"No, no, sir, I misunderstood it. Of course, we agree very much. We were just... touched. Yes, we are very moved and grateful to have a sir who loves us so much."

"Yes, what the first floor said is right, Lieutenant General, who doesn't know the reputation of being responsible, hard-working, and caring for his subordinates?"

"We all stood on the first and second floors, and they spoke out our hearts."

"Yes, yes, sir..."

Look, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

Only then did Mo Sen show a gratified smile, and he said modestly: "Be low-key, keep low-key, as long as our own troops know, and you all know that I don't care about these people so much.

You don't need to worry this time. After the task is completed, you can rest nearby and wait for me to come back. "

"Yes, long live sir!"

A few words of horse...sincere words exchanged for a rest time, and the soldiers were naturally overjoyed.

Mo Sen stepped forward and appeared on the small navy sailboat on the sea.