Fragmented Dreams ...
In the dream, the tunnel cracked spiderweb-like gap, large pieces of cement fell in front of the car, yellow soup like lake water from all directions, stirred into a huge wave, Zheng Anyue and his car lifted into the air.
Falling ... falling ...
Zheng An Yue sat up violently!
The iron bed frame shook with a creaking sound, and the silk quilt, as light as a cloud, slipped off the side of the bed and lay noiselessly on the floor.
"Where is this ...?"
He stared blankly at the classic and ornate English bedroom in front of him, his dilated pupils clumping together.
Memory revived ...
He held his head and laughed bitterly, "Why is it like wearing it again, this is ... home."
The [home] is a luxurious bedroom the size of a hundred square meters.
Large iron chandeliers hung from the plaster ceiling, and the floor was covered with a woven floral rug from Axminster.
The pale yellow cashmere wallpaper on the walls is the newest steam engine weave of the day, and the wallpaper is hung with oil paintings documenting the Battle of Gravelines, which was in full swing.
Underneath the oil painting is a large iron bed painted pure white.
The bed frame's towering curved grille references London's Bridge, and the bed is flanked by Gothic-style wooden bookshelves opposite a single Victorian-style sofa that sits next to the room's fireplace.
There was no fire in the fireplace, and the plain hearth cupboard stood round it, only two palms wide, with three fine ornaments laid flat.
On the far left is a doucai porcelain display plate from the Chenghua period, in the center is a wooden art desk clock in the shape of Big Ben, and on the right is a model of a sailing ship called the Golden Deer, with the model's nameplate reading, [For Lorraine, my dear brother].
Lorraine is Jung Anhak.
Three years ago, an overwhelming mudslide transported him from twenty-first century China to eighteenth century Europe, where he became the second son of the hereditary baronial family of Drake, now fifteen-year-old Lorraine . Arnason. Drake.
Strange surroundings, strange times, strange celebrities.
He had thought he knew nothing about this era, but was just lucky enough to escape a ten-death killing spree, and lucky enough to inherit everything a drowned teenager has, including a strong body, excellent talent, and a beautiful family ...
He deservedly lived a new, carefree life.
There was no need to think about what the future would hold, for in this day and age he knew no more than the original Lorraine.
The Drake family is traditionally a naval family.
His ancestor, Francis Drake, was a legendary figure in British naval history and one of the main founders of the Royal Navy. Drake was a legendary figure in the history of British naval navigation and one of the principal founders of the Royal Navy.
More than two hundred years ago, he was ordered by Elizabeth I to sail the Golden Deer across the Atlantic Ocean to plunder French, Dutch and Spanish merchant ships in the New World as a privateer, which was once known as the Dragon of the Seven Seas.
Then Spanish galleons blocked his way home and he was separated from his commanders, discovering a new route to the Pacific south of the Strait of Magellan, the Drake Passage.
The Drake Passage broke the Spanish and Portuguese monopoly on the east-west trade routes, which led to the rise of British seafarers, and Francis became the second adventurer in the world to complete a circumnavigation of the globe, and the first to command the entire voyage around the world.
After returning home, he joined the military world, as a Vice Admiral, launched the Battle of Gravelines, defeated the Spanish invincible fleet, England jumped to become the first-class maritime power, Francis was made a Lord for the public, and thus established the Drake family.
To this day, his descendants are an integral part of the leadership of the Royal Navy.
Lorraine's father, Elijah. Drake is the current patriarch, a hereditary baron, and a Vice Admiral.
Not long ago, Arya had been appointed Governor of the Royal Navy's New World Fleet, and was only waiting for the delivery of her brand new flagship, HMS Lion, before she was ready to set sail for Kingston Harbor, Jamaica, to take up her post.
Lorraine's half-brother, Shake. Francis Drake is the next patriarch. Drake is the next patriarch, ten years older than Lorraine, and is now a Lieutenant Commander in the Royal Navy, captain of HMS Sea Lion in the Channel Fleet, with a great future ahead of him.
Lorraine isn't easy either.
The boy had been sailing with a relative's fleet since he was eight years old, had been to India, had traveled to America, had rounded the Cape of Good Hope, and had boarded an expedition ship bound for the North Pole.
After drowning at the North Pole, the new Lorraine returned to shore and enrolled in the Plymouth Naval School under Elijah's arrangement, pursuing two years of study, learning drill orders, command, charts, fencing, and navigation in five disciplines, and excelling in all of them.
As a freshman in his third year of sea school, he was already a Staff Sergeant in the Royal Navy and an Assault Skipper on HMS Heirloom.
At the end of this vacation, he will participate in a year-long internship in sea drills. When he passes the sea trials, he will be commissioned as a Lieutenant and become a young officer in the Royal British Navy.
This was the original trajectory of Lorraine's life.
In middle age, he might become a general, a governor of a colony.
He hoped to get to East India.
Because of its proximity to China, he might one day be able to use his status as a foreigner to do his bit to open the minds of his fellow souls to the people.
But God played a big joke on him.
This morning Arya returned from the dockyard at Devonport and told him in a flirtatious tone of voice about a trivial laughing matter in noble circles.
The famous anti-British fighter, Mr. Patrick Henry, made a speech at the recently concluded Virginia State Convention in which he said, "Freedom or death". Mr. Patrick Henry, the famous anti-British fighter, made a speech at the just-concluded Virginia State Convention, in which he said, "Freedom or death".
Lorraine had never heard of this Mr. Henry's great name before, but this slogan accidentally awakened the memory of his previous life completely.
1775 ...
Speeches in the Virginia General Assembly, gunshots in the small town of Lexington, Washington will take up the banner of North American Independence, the roaring War of Independence is about to begin, and a great era is about to draw to a close ...
And after the loss of the rich North American colonies, Europe's contradictions will be completely intensified, the French Revolution is close at hand, Napoleon will come out of the wrecked Sicilian farmhouse, in the vast continent of Europe to open up belongs to his king's map of hegemony.
Washington, Napoleon, Archduke Karl, Peter I, and the British duo that ended Napoleon's greatness, Nelson in the Navy and the Duke of Wellington in the Army ...
Turns out I wasn't ignorant of the times.
In a trance Lorraine made it through the day, and at night fell into a real nightmare, reliving the mudslide in a more harrowing way, barely able to recall anything around her for a while, as if she had traveled through it all over again.
Why?
What is God trying to tell me by experiencing such a nightmare at this time of year?
Bewildered, he got out of bed and walked barefoot to the dressing mirror, where he saw a tall, lean white teenager.
Black curly hair, brown eyes, his skin was pale, paler than the average Caucasian, and he was tall with long, strong arms and legs.
He is a Viking-Anglo-Saxon hybrid with brains, strength, skill, the composure of two generations in his body, and a reputable family behind him.
"The big time is coming, and with all this, are you willing to be a subservient navy?"
He muttered, suddenly seeing the reflection of the Golden Deer in the corner of the mirror.
FRANCIS. Drake's Golden Deer is sailing on the mantelpiece, head high, sails puffed, riding the waves.
Lorraine walked over and gently held it up.
"The Golden Deer, a light Gallant three-masted schooner, twenty-three meters long and six meters wide, fully rigged with transom sails, bowsprits, topsails and swashbucklers between the masts, and equipped with eighteen cannons. It was the flagship of the legendary pirate, legendary adventurer, legendary merchant and legendary officer Francis. Drake's flagship, known as the Pirate King's seat."
"And its owner, just a privateer ..."
Lorraine's eyes grew bright and luminous.
Privateers are the true favorites of the times in a thousand different ways.
In the face of enemies, they are ferocious pirates; in the face of friends, they are generous merchants; encountering mystery, they are fearless adventurers; into the battlefield, they are brave warriors.
They sailed the vast Seven Seas, piloting excellent ships of the same model as the Navy, on the one hand as the take-it-or-leave-it rulers of a backward land, and on the other hand as the rich and powerful people of the civilized world.
Freedom, autonomy, self-confidence, self-righteousness ...
He wanted to be like that.
For the new era that is coming will be the last and most magnificent ...
The Great Age of Sail!