Magical Adventure Book
[Chapter 25-2] The Unheartened Man
I promise with all my heart, soul, and body. Will completely beat up Yenz to the brunt, if there is a chance later!
I swear, my emotions rose to the top because of his haphazard behavior. Just count, how many times has he put me in danger.
Well, he ended up saving me. But can he do that, with a little bit of gentleness?
For example, the incident that was still fresh not long ago when he treated my wounds, from an all-out fight in the harbor.
Without compassion, he told the four ABKs (boys), big muscular and wryly scented, to hold my feet and hands.
I screamed and wanted to rebel, because without any sin at all, he pressed hard around the wounds on his chest and arms, which were pierced by bullets, to then slash long and deep, and then slashed deeply, a line of flesh under the armpits, as well as the arm across from it. Using a burned knife, to sterilize.
It must be done, he said, because both bullets penetrated so deep, with a stray path.
The self-styled doctor was on his own, doing a pain-filled operation, without drugging me first. Already so, he also slapped me many times, arguing that I could keep waking up.
The spread he did not stop, until finally two bullets I got from the fight at the port, successfully issued.
After all those inhuman atrocities, lightly, he could still comment that my ketek smelled bacin.
Damn indeed! Look at it later, I'm going to tejali a bunch of curly armpit hair, which he just shaved!
If you want to be pretentious - armed with medical knowledge from the film Doctor Nice - surgery as good as his will was earlier will not be able to save me, maybe even make me die faster or aggravate the wound. By using a medical device of a grade, without being drugged before, and no transfusion process, to replace my blood that was lost a lot, it was really just a miracle that could keep me alive.
Fortunately, the miracle was stored and carried in the hem of a cloak, which he always used on the journey.
The magic liquid was given again to treat my wounds. Unlike the previous one that was instantly healed, the severe injuries I got now took quite a long time to fully recover. That's what Yenz said.
Following his advice, I took a full rest in bed. As for the food service, and helping me to the bathroom, Leo willingly helped. Not even bored he checked my situation.
He said he was amazed at my bravery, who would face the officers alone. Gives them a chance to reach the reef cave, where Captain Sando's black ship hides.
This ship that was entirely painted black, deliberately came to my rescue. Shoot the first cannon that slightly missed Juan, and even hit the salt barrel.
Hearing that, either I should feel annoyed or happy. Because, if "a little misses" it shifts a few more fingers, of course I'm the one hit by a metal ball as big as a head.
The second shot, on the initiative of Yenz, managed to break through the barrier wall of the dry dock, which separated the large hole where the ship was put, with the free sea. Making large amounts of salt water, sporadically entering and crashing half the pier with its ferocious waves. Explain, why the water appeared that made my wounds get sicker. Again it was caused by Yenz, right!
What needs to be corrected here is, Captain Sando's Black Ship is not what Juan said. Indeed, their profession is as smugglers, but not at all pirates whose job is to rob.
Captain Sando, the owner and commanding officer on the ship. Once I saw him.
He's a tall, big man. Bigger than Margo. His face was filled with scars incisions sharp objects as well as other wounds, and when he opened his mouth, visible rows of yellow teeth that had been dated a lot. It is enough to explain the rigors of life in the ocean.
He is the one who led us through the ocean. Counting on a week, with five days in advance, was my full recovery.
Finally really a cruise. In keeping with the book's title, "Journal of Sailing Towards a Lost Continent." And, it only started in this chapter, chapter twenty-five, after previously having to adventure in the desert, which gave me a lot of trouble!
Dare to bet, the reason the author does that, so that the story is longer, so that it can penetrate the target of writing.
Damn indeed! Because of the author's greed, I became his victim!
Tired of being in a cramped room, with a bed of thin wooden crates, I tried to move. Can not stand immediately, because this head feels pain following dizziness, plus berkunangnya eye view. The effects of lying down and self-condition that has not completely recovered.
For a moment I sat on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed. Remembering the dreams of the past few days, about Margo and Juan, or perhaps more precisely the memory of this hairy om-om past. It was still unyu-unyu.
As is generally a boy who likes to play and adventure. Margo and Juan, very familiar, also always share each other, in every opportunity.
Juan was originally a shy and arrogant boy, and also loved to be alone. So little Margo's mind at that time. Until one day he saw me shooting at a target with a slingshot.
From there we began to get familiar. I made him a catapult, and together played law enforcement. Sometimes also race, by counting alternates, then a quick fight, who dropped the most targets.
Yeah, almost the same way, like when we were fighting at the docks.
All went well, with us aspiring legal officers. Like my father who was then captain.
Until we reached the age of adolescence. The time when the world war began. When one world is stirred by the explosion of the battle field slaughtered each other. The phase in which we should continue the wonderful adventure, in a new chapter as teenagers, but instead forced to suffer in the midst of world wars.
Juan and I, along with my family, were trying to survive the often inhuman turmoil. Refuge from one place to another, in order to find safety, accompanied by many difficulties. Years of horror.
In the fourth year of the war, the small town where we were displaced, was hit by the enemy and destroyed.
My father and Juan's parents, both of whom died while with other citizens, tried to contain the attack. For the sake of we can run away and survive the cruelty of war.
For days living in a dark cave. It was filled with an atmosphere of fear mixed with sadness. Until a week, we were only able to get out, when Vajal forces retook the colony.
Juan was hardest hit by the incident. Both of his parents died in the face of enemy bullets.
I still remember the flames of vengeance in his brown eyes. Encouraged him without being able to be dammed again, registering himself as a volunteer. War soldiers who take up arms on the battlefield.
That's where we split up. My mother and I continued the escape, with her always warning me not to join the turmoil of war. Because to him, the great event was a tragedy, triggered and ridden by demons.
That doesn't mean I'm not taking up arms. In order to maintain life in the middle of a crisis, several times old father's legacy revolver, I was forced to use. But, mostly just to scare people who are acting all kinds. Not more.
Long story short, the war is over. We start a new life, in a house, on a vacant suburb.
Working as a factory worker, while helping my mother take care of her small farm. So peaceful, that I felt enough of it all.
I've long forgotten the idea of becoming an officer. However, I still practice shooting in the forest. Just for the sake of remembering the past with old friends.
My way of life is different from Juan, who chose to continue his dream. Being an accomplished officer, who at a relatively young age, has been able to reach the rank of major.
As I know, when we met again after a dozen years apart. When she was transferred to the city where my mother and I were staying.
However, our meeting after so long, was not a blue reunion. He came with a mandate from Governor Rose to demolish the suburban residential complex.
Me and the other guys, trying to survive. Tried to speak to Juan, who was instead given a rude rebuke. It was as if he never knew me. In fact, at that moment I only saw a cruel frost in both of his eyes.
Four months of effort we put in, to defend the right to shelter and livelihood. Attacked by a lot of terror and fear from the new governor, in order to create pressure on the citizens, to immediately leave the land of dispute.
One by one the people left and surrendered. Not strong every day forced rough, by officers and people, to sell his dwelling at low prices.
At the age of the elderly mother, it turned out to be very stressful mental and health. He died of heart disease after an uncivilized visit by barbaric prosecutors.
From there, a grudge arose in my heart, to the Unheartened Office. And so did Juan, who no longer considered us-me and mother. It ended in my plan, to burn down Governor Rose's residence, as a form of resistance and recompense for his abuse.
Such is the summary of Margo's life, which successfully brought him here. A coward who can only run, without being able to look away again. Towards the direction of the destination is not certain, which will either go where.
My thoughts are about Juan's fate. It'sit's nothing. To be honest, even though he holds a grudge, but for Margo, he is still a friend who is like a sibling himself.
I don't know how this story will continue. Let it be, after all, there is no point in thinking about that either. I better get out of this crutches room, and try to get some fresh air. Eliminate the already entrenched boredom.
Who knows, I might meet a mermaid. I wish this was in the world of magic books.
