In fact, the first mate has been uneasy about the voyage since the day the cruise ship set sail from New York. Every day he spends a lot of time patrolling the sea with a telescope. Any movement will make him jump like a rabbit.

Cooper had been persuading him several times. It was a civilian ship with the American flag and sailing in the ordinary way like an ordinary cruise ship. The Germans could not find any reason to fire on the cruise ship.

What's more, the destination of their voyage this time was Portugal, which was a neutral country and was not within the war zone set out by the Germans, so there is no need to worry about being attacked by German submarines.

However, now it seems that his persuasion has no effect. Lovell still looks like a frightened bird, especially after he discovered that there were many British officials in uniform on the ship, the first mate never stopped for a moment.

Cooper secretly made up his mind that this time he returned to New York, he must strongly ask the shipping company to replace this neurotic guy. This man suffers from severe paranoia and torpedo phobia. Compared with Mail**, this guy is more suitable for serving as the mast lookout for arms ships. I believe that no German submarine can escape his search. Not to mention torpedoes, even a dolphin with a stronger curiosity will trigger his pride.

"Captain, the British destroyer is approaching."

The lookout beside the bridge reported loudly.

"Hmm? This destroyer has been following us since we came out of Port Lisbon. What exactly do they want to do."

Cooper stood up and walked to the bridge, holding up his telescope and looking at the destroyer that was approaching quickly.

"The Royal Navy's Double-faced Destroyer, she is asking about our ship's name and destination, the captain."

"These arrogant British guys, let them see for themselves."

"Is that just reply? Captain."

"No, no, tell them the name of the ship truthfully, we are the American cruise ship Adriana, and the destination is New York Harbor."

Cooper looked at his signal hand with a little depressed look, and he was such a elm head without a sense of humor.

"Captain, the British destroyer requires a sailing with him."

Signal hand reports.

"No, Captain, hurry up and let them go, they will mess things up. A cruise ship escorted by a British destroyer, we will become the legal target of German submarines."

Hearing the signalman's words, Lovell screamed sharply.

"Shut up, Mr. Lovell. Pay attention to your words and deeds, and I am also very clear about this without reminding me. Signal hands, you answer them, thank them for their kindness, we are neutral ships, and we do not need their escort."

Cooper glared at Lovell with some disgust, and he turned his face to order him to the signal hand.

"The British destroyer asked us to escort us to international routes, and she said there were German submarines nearby."

Signal hand reports.

"Oh God! There are German submarines nearby! Captain, please let that damn destroyer leave quickly, they will kill us!"

Lovell let out another hysterical scream.

"Damn it! Shut up! Lovell, I've had enough of your nerves. You're already disturbing my work! I'll tell you solemnly that if you dare to make such noise on my bridge, I'll tie you up and throw you into the sea."

Cooper turned his face and roared at his first mate. He was really unable to bear the malfunctioning guy.

"Tell the British again, thank them for their kindness, please rest assured, we will pay attention. The Adriana is a US mail ship, and under the current circumstances, it is safer to sail alone than their escort."

Cooper said with a frown.

"The captain, the British still demanded escort for us, and they said it was to ensure the safety of the British passengers on the ship."

"It turns out that these British guys are so stupid. Tell them that if they really care about the safety of British passengers, let us sail alone, and they are putting our ship in danger."

"Captain, the British replied..."

Just as Captain Cooper was trying hard to push hands with the British destroyer, a group of passengers in the first-class cabin viewing corridor of the Adriana were waving to the British destroyer not far away with enthusiasm.

"F53, that is the J-class destroyer, the double-faced God, Your Highness."

A fat bald man whispered to a thin, brunette man beside him.

"Is that right? Did she come to escort me?"

"I am not very clear about this, I have not received any notice. But now it seems that this is the case. Perhaps the Navy has obtained some information. It is the duty of the Royal Navy to protect you from reaching your destination safely, Your Highness."

"Do you think they really care about my safety? Just rely on this little destroyer?"

The brunette man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Highness, why do you think so? The British government is very concerned about your safety. You also know that the British Navy has suffered a heavy blow. At this critical moment, the Navy has specially drawn up a precious destroyer to escort you. Doesn't this prove that you are more important in the mind of the government."

"Sir Besimo, you are so good at speaking. It is really the only thing he has done right during this time when the Lord Churchill has transferred you to be my deputy."

The brunette man glanced coldly at the fat man with a flattering face.

"Ah, Your Highness, I feel extremely honored to be able to get your affirmation. In fact, the Prime Minister has been doing this for the British Empire during this period..."

The fat man found that the person he was talking to ignored him at all, but turned his face and whispered to a woman standing on the other side. He quickly closed his mouth and lowered his head to retreat.

"Dear, look, this is the destroyer sent by the Royal Navy to protect ours, and it seems they still care about my safety."

The brunette man said to the woman beside him with a smile.

"Do you really think so, my dear Majesty."

The woman sneered and picked up a small telescope and looked at the destroyer in the distance.

"Didn't you agree to stop calling me Your Majesty, Wallis, I'm no longer the king."

The brunette man said softly.

"That was their persecuted. They not only took away your throne and my title, but now they want to exile us to that tropical island. They are so cruel and ruthless. David, in my heart, you will always be the king of England, my dearest Majesty."

The woman leaned her head gently on the man's shoulder.

"Walice..."

The brunette man gently hooked the woman's arm.

"Oh? Look what that thing is? Is it a dolphin? This is the first time I have seen a dolphin in the Atlantic Ocean. One, two, ah, there are two behind it. They swim so fast."

The woman pointed to the sea not far away in surprise and called out, and she handed the telescope to her husband.
Chapter completed!