Chapter 125 - Where Have I Seen Him Before? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Scarborough opened fire once as a warning, and the French merchant s.h.i.+p compliantly slowed down until it came to a stop.

Seeing how courteous the French merchants were, Elmer’s mood improved, and he returned to the table and tied a napkin around his neck.

The chief officer directed the Scarborough to draw near the side of the Sea Lion, and the officer who had spoken up earlier said, “Sir, we should have our gunners on standby and send someone to a.s.sess the situation first.”

The chief officer frowned. He was not some rookie who had never been out on the sea before; of course, he knew what he had to do. It irked him to have a subordinate exhorting him and giving him directions. Had it not been because of Burnett’s lineage, he would have flipped already. It was really no wonder why this man was ostracized by his colleagues.

“Do your own job, Burnett.” The chief officer warned. He had originally wanted to instruct the gunners to wait for orders but he felt terrible after being instructed by his subordinate.; however, having been in the navy for so many years, he managed to overcome his emotions with logical reasoning, and issued orders in an orderly manner according to plan.

Burnett stood aside, unspeaking but with his chest forward and head raised as if he had just won a major battle.

He just wanted to chop him into pieces right now. Fortunately, the first team of 24 men were boarding the French merchant s.h.i.+p, and helped distract his attention.

The captain of the merchant s.h.i.+p was a French man with slightly curly hair. Standing with him, ill at eased, on the deck were his sailors. Obviously, he understood what it meant to encounter the Scarborough. In the face of such overwhelming firepower, even if he was unwilling, he still had to hand over the s.h.i.+p’s inventory.

The officer in charge pointed his musket at the men on the deck who had surrendered, then sent a few subordinates to search the storage room. After a while, Zhang Heng and Marvin were being led up the deck from the kitchen.

The latter’s legs trembled, especially when he saw on the giant wars.h.i.+p with its galore of cannons and the ma.s.s of men’s silhouettes; he was instantly filled with despair.

His frightened appearance amused the British sailors—some of them whistled and the others sneered. Only one man frowned at the sight of him.

“What’s wrong, Lanny?”

“I don’t know. It’s just that this guy looks very familiar. I can’t seem to figure out where I’ve seen him before,” said the sailor named Lanny.

“Now that you mention it, he does look familiar…” The other guy agreed.

The air on the deck was suddenly very tense.

But suddenly the other guy continued, “He looks a little like your wife. Aw… Poor little Lanny. Can’t wait to let it out already, huh? Maybe our tubby friend here won’t mind.”

“Go *bleep* yourself, Stephen!”