The Black Pirates

CH. 109 — Goosebumps

Aisha frowned in surprise, asking her where Tabra got the fish. Similarly, Akma Jaya is the same. Wal hal, now they're in the middle of the mountain.

How can fish live around rocks without water, that's what lies in the mind of the captain, the plateau decreases, and the river feels impossible. Akma Jaya questioned it—bingung.

A rookie captain, it's only natural. Tabra shrugged, reluctant to tell. I don't know, why know it, it doesn't matter.

The air around as if it was changing air, another conjecture emerged. Feelings are also turbulent. The men look at each other, the fur of the crouch also creeps.

The silence was more thorough, Akma Jaya thought for a moment. He silently looked around them.

“Among you, anyone wants to tell.” After silence. He talks a little stiff—indeed habit.

What they saw regarding the figure of the captain was a little hard to imagine. Perception, the point of view of each muttered in the heart until it was not captured by the ear. You can feel yourself, you cannot feel anyone else.

Aswa Daula raised her hand, trying to explain what had happened.

In the middle of their journey down the mountain he said a thick fog enveloped the view, covering the surroundings.

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Vague moment. “Hey, hey. You guys are fine, keep holding on. Don't part or this fog will destroy us.” Tabra watch, waving.

Their eyesight was blurry. Nothing was visible, the streets were downhill, they pitched their feet, hopefully it was okay, he said.

Kalboza closed his eyes. “You all what is okay?” He screams ask.

Tabra replied, then said the same thing. He said louder and louder. Ten men with him held hands. The fog is getting thicker.

“Actually what mist is this?” Tabra looked around, looking at nothing.

Dasasa's worried. “Tabra, everyone stay together.” He was the same, yelling to tell.

Strangeness appeared before his own eyes, even Ashraq gulped, confused by what he was staring at.

Why does the fog cover the surroundings, probably where the captain is there is also a fog like that. Ashraq said so.

“Ashraq, from the beginning I was here with Aisha, but during that time also no mist appeared.” Akma Jaya interrupts Aswa Daula's story.

They all heard it. Including Aisha, telling the truth of the captain's words. As long as they were there, waiting for their arrival, no mist appeared.

Tabra mediates. “Captain, that's only natural. It seems Ashraq's guess is wrong. We're down the mountain. While you are in the middle. Wind blowing that's why in the place you are waiting for us there is no visible fog.”

Aswa Daula stopped for a moment to tell a story. Akma Jaya looked at Tabra who said so. A moment to look away, looking at Aswa Daula. “Ya, already. Aswa Daula, continue storytelling.”

Aswa Daula nodded hearing that. He continued to tell stories. The beginning of the story stops. Ashraq said the possibility in the captain's place was also foggy as they had been. On those descending streets, they could only gulp.

“Tabra, how is this?” Kalboza exclaimed anxiously. He seemed to be remembering something scary, imagining a no-no.

They were a group of people who had been sailing, not used to being in the mountains.

“Kalboza, stop yelling. I heard your words clearly. There's no need for you to worry. It's just a haze.” Tabra patted him on the shoulder, their sight right did not seem anything.

Kalboza was surprised someone patted the shoulder. “Aaah!” He screamed loudly.

Tabra clogs Kalboza's mouth. “Hey, it's me. Gosh gosh? You, how could you not recognize me? Gosh darn. Jeez?” Tabra brought her silly face closer. From there, Kalboza calmly looked at him.

The other men held back laughter. It's funny to hear Kalboza squealing, he's like a child screaming in fear.

“Everything, I decided we're going down this street, you guys don't have to be afraid. There is me walking with you too. As long as we stay together.” Tabra broke the atmosphere, loud voices as if to encourage them.

In his mind, the hungry stomach was eager to eat. He no longer thinks of any other problems. Tabra wants some fast food. Fear is not a barrier. They had experienced, also had already felt a deep fear while in the Valissa territory.

“Remember, you're used to it. Strengthen mentally, we will break through the thickness of this fog.” Tabra exclaimed again giving spirit.

Nevertheless. In the thick fog of thought they said it was very dangerous. It could be, when walking down the footrest, the foot leads to the wrong path to cause yourself to get lost. Even worse, it slipped, fell rolled to the bottom of the abyss.

“Be sure it's okay. It's just fog. You guys are such cowardly geeks!” Tabra exclaimed again, again and again. Want to get hit by this tabok people—talk at will.

Alright. Aye, yes. They all did not protest much, agreeing to follow the will of the one who dariadi exclaimed. Gosh gosh? That's a lack of work.

They also walked down the street. Seen faint, it was true that their feet had difficulty determining the direction of the footing. Mist runs slowly, slowly disappears—blown by the wind.

“Well, you saw it. This fog does not need to worry too much, as long as we stay together, going hand in hand will not be a problem.” Tabra explained, the true mist was slowly carried by the wind.

Too. The word becomes an afterthought, too worrying will only give rise to a piled up feeling that imposes itself.

It is not proper for his attitude to be within. Get rid of it before it becomes a habit. That's what an extension of Tabra's know-how speech is all about.

Aisha looked at ketus. “Tabra, since long ago. I said don't interrupt when people are saying or telling stories.”

“Eh? Captain, he interrupted, but you didn't say anything.” Tabra.

“Ah, I know, you want to offend the captain because he interrupted earlier. Be honest with me.” This time, Tabra whispered in order not to hear anything else.

Akma Jaya heard it clearly, but thought it was normal. After all, it was the right of others to speak, however the word was spoken. Past events seem to make it more chaotic with something in his view.

“Tabra, shut the fuck up. Aswa, continue storytelling.” Aisha quickly asked for it.

Aswa Daula nodded. “Of course, the story is not finished I tell.”

Akma Jaya is quiet. Aisha already represented him, Tabra also seemed silent no more strangling. Now even he instilled the intention to not interrupt no matter what the story.

The story begins again. Aswa Daula was near Kalboza holding back laughter. The fog has been lost to the wind.

In front of his eyes was a small river extending as if heading to the sea. The question is also shady in the mind.

How could there be such a thing in the middle of the mountain, their vision blurred.

It was their first climb, they didn't know exactly. Not knowing the real situation, not knowing and not knowing.

Maybe in the hemisphere there, in the middle of the mountain there is a river. Somehow understandingly, everything seen in the vision seemed normal. Nothing else is expected.

Smile, love and gratitude. They ran into the small river, only Tabra was in the place. Standing daydreaming, the fish dabbled, popping bubbles in the water.

They swim. “Wah, here there is fish!” Dausa, one of the kribo-haired boys. Fat body, eating habits. He was diving for a moment, then appeared while showing a happy expression.

“Iya, right.” One of them replied.

Tabra. He quickly threw himself in, drew a sword, slashed it. Water splashed to and fro.

The slash in the water created a bubble. Fishes swim nimble. Tabra was overwhelmed, she was trying to speed up the movement of the sword, getting faster.

“Come, Tabra. Just cut the fish, we're here waiting, yes.” Kalboza exclaimed in laughter.

Of course, special skills are needed to do this, the other men obviously can not, they are quite listening, staring in awe at Tabra.

From the very beginning Ashraq stared at them, questioning time and time again, it was impossible how there could be a river. Wasn't it clear the road was downhill, now look there is a river, also the road feels flat. All of this is just an illusion that traps him he said.

“Don't say that, you're the same as Aisha. Talk carelessly!” Tabra moved from the river to Ashraq.

Ashraq smiled gontai. “Eh? Yes, sorry. How's fish?” it was like trying to distract.

“Oh. The fishes? Much, you see.” Tabra. When Ashraq saw him, he laughed. Gosh gosh? Tabra lied, maybe just joking, jokes people who lack insight. Aswa Daula laughed.

The other men paid enough attention. More or less there are five. Good, not much.

Dasasa stared at Tabra. “You're pretty great, Tabra.” His hand claps against his shoulder, as is usually natural without artificial sweeteners.

Tabra chokes. “You are, praise me excessively.” Dasasa heard it, quite laughing. The rest of the men listened silently, staring at laughter, as well as smiles.

Tabra sighed for a while, staring deeply. “Come, we bring this fish, continue cooking. Ate. Feeding.” Tabra exclaimed, continued walking.

The men accompanied him, also chuckling. Funny, staring at Tabra's exclaiming expression while grinning.

“Aswa Daula, you overdo it again. That's not funny, uh you said funny. Hows it? Hypocritical or not?” Tabra again interrupted the story, making a sniffling sound with her arms crossed under her chest.

Though, previously he had already instilled the intention to not interrupt.

However, Aswa Daula seems to deliberately make the right words according to his perception, in contrast to the perception of Tabra who does not like the delivery of his.

Aswa Daula laughed. “Funny, right it is not a lie,” he said imitating the behavior of Tabra who has always been joking.

Tabra laughed. “Continue telling.” This time, Tumben Aisha did not speak. He kept listening. Akma Jaya was still sitting down also listening to her continuation.

Aswa Daula said at that time, the mountainsides seemed charming, beautiful with a gust of calm wind, they walked down the streets.

Dausa holds a container in which there are five fish. Flat-faced calboza, snaking ketus with Kalpra.

They continued walking until they arrived at the place of Akma Jaya and Aisha. That's how the story is finished told, also explained Aswa Daula.

They all listened, even though they themselves experienced the incident. In addition, Akma Jaya and Aisha did not experience it.