Chapter 167 165. Muggle freighter
Nicola Anderson is the captain of the Maersk Moller.
He is a Dane, and his main job on weekdays is to drive this 5,000-ton cargo ship between Esbjerg in Denmark and Edinburgh in Scotland.
Maersk Moller is only engaged in pork export business, selling pork for several pig farms across the country.
Danish pork is of high quality.
Denmark is the largest importer of bacon in the UK. Danish bacon was the first food to be advertised on British TV, and it was very arrogant at the time. There was always such a sentence written on the packaging, called "Good bacon, it is full of Danish bacon". Character".
Anderson didn't hold the position of captain for a long time. He had been the first mate for his father for seven or eight years, and then he came out to make his own way. He joined a freight company and worked there as a sailor for many years. He is now forty years old. It was many years old before he became the captain of this small freighter.
For the channel from Denmark to the UK, Anderson has traveled countless times. Now that winter has not officially entered, there are basically few storms, so he is leisurely laying out a beach chair at this time. Lie on the deck and bask in the sun.
The cargo ship is not big, and the staffing is based on the most basic. Besides the captain, there is only one first mate, one second mate, and two sailors on board. There are five people in total. The longest voyage of them is less than two God, there is no need for any complicated staffing.
"Damn it! How long has it been since you rushed to the deck! Hans! The wind has blown dust into my eyes!" Anderson suddenly rubbed his eyes and shouted rudely, "A sailor should act like a sailor! Only sailors whose decks are cleaned are eligible to drink rum, this is the truth I knew from the first day on board!"
Obviously Anderson is a chatterbox, or most people who go to sea for a long time are chatterboxes. After all, in this era, there are not so many high-tech for the crew to spend time at sea, and verbal communication is their most common way of leisure. .
The sailor named Hans responded to his captain from a distance, but he didn't intend to come over to clean the deck immediately.
They are about to arrive at the destination of this trip, and the first officer is leading other crew members to make a final inventory of the cargo in the cargo hold.
Anderson naturally knew that they still had work on hand, so he just muttered a few times before lying down to sunbathe himself again.
However, before he could relax his mind for less than two seconds, a "thump" sound like something stepped on the deck attracted his attention.
He suddenly raised his head vigilantly, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw two children turning over and jumping up beside the edge railing of the deck!
Speaking of children, the two boys don't look too young. The older one has red hair, is tall, wears a strange black robe, holds a small wooden stick in his hand, and has a straight face. With excitement full of thirst for knowledge, he looked left and right at his cargo ship. Judging by his physique and appearance, he must be at least fifteen or sixteen years old, and he should be just about to enter high school.
The smaller one is slimmer, also wearing the same robe, holding a wooden stick in his hand, his black hair looks a little longer, the long nose is the nose, and the eyes are the eyes, and he will have a future at a young age It seems that he is only thirteen or fourteen years old when he has the capital to cheat women.
It's just that the big red-haired kid makes Anderson feel very out of place, but it's the little one who really looks old-fashioned.
No!
He shook his head suddenly, blinked his eyes and looked at the two children again.
His focus should not be this, but who are these two boys? How did they get on board?
From the moment he boarded the Muggle cargo ship, George began to chatter endlessly. He seemed to have inherited his father's hobby. Although he was born in pure blood, he was so curious about everything about Muggles. and fascinated.
It's just that he annoyed Jon so much that he regretted bringing George with him. He knew that Neville would follow him in the first place.
"Okay, these issues will be discussed when we go back, don't forget that we are now on someone else's boat."
Jon grabbed George to prevent him from running around on this other people's boat when he was not paying attention, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was watching them dumbfounded, basking in the sun on the deck.
"Hi sir, I'm sorry, it may have scared you, but we don't have any malicious intentions, just want to ask you something."
Anderson didn't care about Jon's politeness, his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief.
"How did you get on my boat?"
Jon does not intend to use coercive means lightly, and even if he wants to use it, neither he nor George actually know spells like Desperation or Imperius. Gua's actions, but if you want to get information from him, you must communicate with him.
He patiently explained to the Muggle.
"We came from our own ship. Let me introduce myself. I am the captain of the Hogwarts, Jon Green. This is my first mate, George Weasley. Because of some accidents, we got lost at sea. , so I took the liberty to come to your ship to ask you where this place is, or that piece of sea?"
Anderson felt ridiculous.
Jon’s words made him feel like a child playing house. He was on the deck all the time, and he didn’t notice any ships around him from the beginning to the end, let alone who would let a teenage child be the captain.
"Where is your ship?"
Jon pointed behind him and George with his thumb.
"It's always been here."
Anderson looked in the direction of his finger, and actually saw a wooden boat next to his cargo ship!
That boat looks like an antique!
The retro shape, the old hull, and the long sails that have been basically eliminated in the last century, in today's seas of the earth, unless you go deep into the seabed and museums, you can't find similar ships of the same type at all!
And the weirdest thing is that it is indeed there, less than one nautical mile away from Anderson's own cargo ship. It is so conspicuous that he can only notice it under the guidance of the boy.
This gave Anderson a chill in his heart.
I don’t know why he suddenly thought of the ghost ship legend that his father, who was no longer at sea last year, told him.
(end of this chapter)