The Black Pirates

CH. 108 — Ten Kids Fruit

During the search for treasure, they lost a lot of control. The lost identity drifts, hoping that he is on the verge of success, the obstacles that they pass through are not as easy as the mind.

Previously Aswa Daula pondered, glued under the raindrops, sadness, past trauma that she had previously experienced made herself soaring, the old man was still traumatized. It was very difficult for him to erase the memories of the past. Akma Jaya quietly approached, greeting him warmly.

Hand drawn. Inside the cave, they started their old story. Tabra challenged Akma Jaya to tell her the past, while Aswa Daula was covered, she may have fallen asleep.

After storytelling. Now, they rested in a deep sleep. Tabra snores intensely, Aisha clumps her ears. Time passed, now the world was bright.

Morning hands show light. “Ahoy. Very fresh this morning.” Tabra cheered the pirate he had just learned from one of the poets on his voyage to the Valissa region.

“Captain, wake up.” With a goopoh he shook the body that was sleeping soundly. Aisha hit her arm.

“Geez, you are so disrespectful, this captain is not just anyone!”

Tabra mangut-mangut, scratching the head. He had to stay away. His face was still frowning wryly, actually what was with the behavior of his sister who seemed strange, the woman now seemed to turn more sensitive, not like it used to be as if turning 90°(Ninety degrees)

Akma Jaya blinked, wiping the forehead temples, smiling with a grin. The blazing morning sun lit up the mouth of the cave.

Aisha said goodbye, said good morning, Akma Jaya said hello, instead asking where Tabra, a younger woman his age immediately frowned, a glimpse of Akma Jaya again grinning, away from understanding.

Some of the men were still soundly asleep and looked coldly covered. Tabra was outside the cave looking at the green expanse, closing her eyes for a moment, breathing in, exhaling.

“Tabra.” Akma Jaya patted the shoulder. Smiling looking at him from behind, the year older man turned his head, grinning.

“Captain, you're up?”

“Sure, just got.”

The two of them sat for a moment, serene and peaceful. Smiling at. Wind blows the leaves, looks dew dripping—fall to the ground.

The birds fly peacefully, the typical sound of the morning. Tabra looked up, staring at the horizon there was a pair of flying eagles spinning.

Before long, the state turned bone-chilling chills, a group of crows flapping their wings, shouting out sounds.

Tabra gulps. “Captain, is this a sign of something?” He stared at the group of crows, the black bird flying around the cave.

In the middle of the forest there was a spark of fire, soaring into the cloud particles, gray light surrounding the area.

Akma Jaya stared at the whistle in the eye. Tabra had their lips cut, their eyes were focused, not circulating them.

From the radiance of fire, a dragon flew through the clouds, the sound of squealing from space like a meteor descending to the earth.

No breath mumbled softly

The world shows a gray light

The dragon gazed towards the two of them, it breathed a snort, a sprinkle falling to the ground. The fire seemed to burn clouds, flashes struck, thunder earthy.

He dodged. Akma Jaya quickly moved to wake up the men. Aisha goopoh pats people's cheeks until they blush pain. Tabra bells could not imagine it.

“Quickly hide!” Akma Jaya was waving fast, her breathing gusts came out drastically, in the middle of the cave the heat was getting felt, the sweat splattered.

The men were running around, Aisha and Tabra were the same, but it seemed to be hiding in the cave, not something that could be used as a hiding place.

However, unexpectedly the dragon flew soaring into the clouds, a flash of lightning still struck, the echoes of the world trembling.

Tabra muttered the verse. Aisha muttered a prayer. The men are holding hands, holding hands.

Tabra sighed. Aisha patted her shoulder. “We survived.” The woman sighed, staring with a smile, Tabra obviously disliked that. He quickly brushed it off.

“Hey, hey. Aisha you don't touch me!” Tabra flat. Stay away—form the hand signals she uses.

“Eh?” Aisha was astonished, quickly moved away even though she did not understand. Meanwhile, Akma Jaya looked around, there was no sign of the dragon, it seemed to disappear or why. Questions filled the head.

“Aswa Daula.” Akma Jaya called a relaxed gesture. “What's up, Captain?” The old man raised his arm. Fat globules as tall as skyscrapers he showed.

The world blackened as if vision had vanished, Akma Jaya chuckled at the tangled old man's temperament.

“Tomorrow. We'll eat!” Akma Jaya grinned. Aswa Daula scratches eyebrows— don't understand.

“Harta trove.” The captain was half-old in the middle of them continuing their speech. Smiling a little more than usual.

Aswa Daula scratched her butt. Slightly raised an eyebrow, trying to grin, but less sincere. Akma Jaya chuckled again. Moreover, others are the same— do not understand.

They stared in wonder. What the Captain had just eaten, why did he say such an unfortunate thing. Gosh, everyone knows that, but they don't dare say enough fake smiles.

“I just remembered, you guys were with me spending over a year, that long as well. What is your impression of me?” Akma Jaya walked away from them, sitting on one of the large stones.

“Aswa Daula.” Akma Jaya showed a gesture to speak, but the person appointed did not speak.

“Ashraq.” Akma Jaya further showed a signal, the result was the same— did not answer.

“Dausa, Kalboza, Boba, Kalpra, Glossia, Jalbia, Dasasa, Hambala.” They were all appointed one by one, the results silencing.

Like being snared in the mouth, reluctant or not having an answer, the two things become the reflection of Akma Jaya, while Tabra listened silently, also Aisha who seemed to look for fresh air.

The blond-haired woman was breathing leisurely watching the butterflies fly, perching on the flowers.

“If you don't answer it, then it's okay. Next time, prepare your answers, what do you know of me. All this time, as long as you are with me, I apologize for bothering you.” Akma Jaya stood looking away. A moment of bowing.

“Captain.” Aswa Daula approached, in a voice.

Akma Jaya did not answer, she turned her face to look at them all. “Forget about what I said. We continue to search for treasure, after getting the treasure, you choose to go or stay with me, as you like.”

Aswa Daula nodded. The other men nodded. In addition, they are now fugitives suspects in the tower destruction case.

At the previous moment, when they met Captain Kuja, a captain wearing a red robe seemed to ignore him, instead leaving from their meeting place, leaving things without a fight.

Tabra grinning. “Captain, looks like it's time we eat.” The man turned towards Aisha who was busy chatting with flowers. “Aisha, you're the master of cooking. Come on, make us breakfast!”

Aisha stared at the ketus. “Iya. Yes.”

“Alright, I'll look for ingredients to cook. And, of course you guys helped me.” Tabra invited all the men, they all nodded.

Aisha and Akma Jaya were waiting. They all run down the mountains. Tabra leads the way.

Not long after, a thick fog appeared enveloping the view, as a small river elongated.

Little wonder, in the middle of the mountain was a river. Brownish, red fish filled it, Tabra freely slashed the sword into the water, some fish scratched weakly. He took it quickly. Then, put the fish in the container.

A few minutes passed, they took him to Aisha, and ten fish were collected. Tabra breathes a breath of santui. The men murmured in gratitude. Their faces as bright as the sun shone on the morning.