The Black Pirates

CH. 110 — How Now

For a moment they were all silent.

Glancing at each other, my fur sat as if standing. It's like a water cat. Breathing relief, the trauma they felt deep. In the past, when sailing went across to the region of Valissa. There they get scary things.

The days revolve around the occult. Now it feels, it's terrible. The cry of one of the men stared fearfully at his surroundings until now, all of it still ringing in the mind.

“Do not say anything. You know this is a mountainous area. I read a lot of books, a little bit. I know in an area like this, don't mention something that has nothing to do with us.” Tabra explained a little.

At the end of the disguised sentence, the point of having nothing to do with us is to mention the supernatural spirits that haunt the mountains.

In the various books Tabra had read, in the library before sailing towards the region of Valissa. He's quite gulped.

At that time, the Valissa region occupied the order number of the three— most haunted places. Various stories of ghosts and other supernatural spirits.

He left the paper flipping the page to a chapter discussing the mountainous terrain. The place they are now resting. In the book, Tabra seems to pay more attention to the mountainous area.

There, he gulped knowing that the mountains were a place where supernatural spirits enjoyed partying, even free-mongering.

When remembering the text. Tabra shakes all over her body. He stroked his hands, drawing himself closer to his men.

“Tabra, you just add to the camaraderie of the story. You better shut up!” Aisha glared at her sister, shuffled by the waist.

Tabra smiled awkwardly. Scratching his head and immediately seeking refuge, right behind the back of Akma Jaya, he was there asking for protection from the captain.

“You two calm down. It's not good to argue. We are in a time of silence, also in the middle of this mountain, do not add to the commotion.” Akma Jaya divorced, giving a sentence of prohibition.

They both muttered, apologizing. The situation is back silent. The wind blew on the leaves, that was all that was heard. They all silently obeyed the words of Akma Jaya, momentarily glancing at each other.

“Captain, how about treasure search? Judging from the circumstances, it seems very different.” Ashraq breaks the silence. Fish in the container dabbled. Akma Jaya sat for a moment.

They also sit. They were all waiting for the captain's answer, starting with Ashraq's question. Questions that represent their every thought.

The search for treasure they were now doing was arguably strange. In the beginning, they suddenly met Captain Kuja, not intentionally about to get into a fight, but thankfully the fight did not happen.

In addition to that. Dragons roamed, then disappeared somewhere, vanished or entered into the dimensional portal, another possibility there was a supernatural power enveloping the island plains.

Tabra just guessed, Captain Broboros deliberately gave the treasure map because he himself did not manage to get it.

Another possibility in Tabra's mind is that Captain Broboros once tried to explore the island they are now on.

He also handed over the treasure map not as a gift. It may be a gift, but it is not a sweet gift, but a gift of death.

Some of them agreed to just give up in search of the treasure. No use anymore. There are a lot of strange things they encounter.

It is not natural to catch logic. The mind as if invited to fly to the top no longer brimmed. Tired, tired. Struggled possession imagined it alone, the incident seemed impossible to believe.

Akma Jaya looked around them. “We will continue the search for treasure.” With a sound. Akma Jaya was adamant about her decision. Ashraq who heard it gulped enough wanted to refute, but he paled.

“It's true. I will not make a decision before I think. Simply put, we are used to living together in a ship, we sail too long. Life wanders, spending time in the middle of the ocean to not know what the mountains are like. Tabra, the story you read may have a point, but on the other hand, sometimes people on the mainland consider the ocean dangerous. And vice versa. It was written in the book. However, we have sailed the seas, knowing all the dangers, even facing them, only we have never set foot in the mountains. Just a prejudice that might be true. People who live on land, sometimes tell the violence of the ocean and you read the opposite story. Stories that tell of the ferocity of the mountains. So while we're here, enjoy it. Forget for a moment the stories you've read.”

Tabra glanced around. The feather stands. “Captain, it's not about that, before we have felt the creepy aura. Do you remember about Valissa Region, the place we used to visit.”

“Hei, Tabra. Don't start!” Aisha assailed—she stuffed her brother's mouth. In fact, Akma Jaya shook her head. Rubbing an anxious face. How could he forget about it, the memory was still ringing, as well as goosebumps.

All the men held hands. Glancing-lyrics. The wind blew, the leaves gave off a silent, cold feeling piercing the skin.

“Forget about this, we better get there to make sure. We'll go to the place that Aswa Daula just told me.” Akma Jaya interrupts the tense situation. Aisha shakes. He did not want to go to that place.

“Aisha, do you want to stay here? Here more spooky, more scary.” Tabra whispers—scare.

Aisha glared at him, momentarily shaking her waist.

THE PLAAK!

Tabra stroked the cheek, it hurt he said. Feel the words of Aisha. They both started again.

Again Akma Jaya divorced them, volunteered herself. He ordered them to wait.

Akma Jaya and Aswa Daula will head to the place to find out the complete situation. Is there really a river or is it just an unreal illusion.

Before you leave. He looked at me. “Tabra, back when we were in Muara Ujung Alsa village there was also a mountain, only we had not been able to climb it.”

Tabra gulps. Sure enough, in the village they used to rise high mountains, dense trees. Full of greenery looks beautiful. Along the beach lined coconut trees whose leaves are shady. Being characteristic of being touched by the wind, the leaves are waving.

Indirectly, Tabra recalled the event. Damn, in the mind only mention about the massacre of the population who do not know. Their village has been ravaged, the rubble of houses scattered. The night was foggy, their village was burned. Smoke billowed, a great blazing flame devoured. Everything seems to be gone, out of sight.

It was just a grasp, just a vague memory that never ended, as if traumatized for years. Deep within the contemplation embedded longing. Family, village, smile and so on.

Memories of the past, sadness that concentrates the point of resignation and complaining, left in the esophagus. weep, sighs complain profusely like rain reverberates lightning. The voice sounded hoarse too.

How the village is now, they never know, never even went there.

Tabra imagined the event quite clearly, he hoped that in the quiet nights, looking up for a moment, staring firmly at the moon of the night that day, he was wondering, imagining the event never happened, he said, of course they will be happy. Families on their side.

Now, Tabra remembers her crying that night, her staring at the flames of the night devouring the house, her teary-eyed night self, her slow gaze. Aisha is the same.

They both bowed for a moment. Silent and not talking, Tabra looked for a place to lean, she sat in one of the trees. Tranquilize himself.

Akma Jaya is closed. He stepped away to make sure the place, the fish that had been caught, was neatly silent in the container, all of it was left for a moment. Aisha doesn't want to touch him.

The men left behind and Tabra, they all seemed to be sitting leaning against the trees. Akma Jaya and Aswa Daula have gone to a place where they say there is a river.

The sunlight in the morning touched the leaves. At a glance the dew began to vanish, the sun rising, showing warmth.