The Black Pirates

CH. 12 – Scams Abductor

Akma Jaya grins—moves out of the house. After helping Haima, she felt tired, wanted to refresh her mind, relieve her fatigue and chose to go to the market. Around the street.

A gust of wind blew as hard as the clothes he was wearing fluttered, he walked with a steady grin. Radiant face.

As far as the eye could see, the market was not crowded, traders were smiling mesamously. The atmosphere is really quiet like not the market in general.

Akma Jaya went around the market, walking while looking to the right and left, looking at various sellers of goods. It's a pity that no one buys, it's quite rare that there are buyers.

The merchants were waiting for sustenance, some were leaning against the wall where they were selling, some were looking contemplated.

Usually the market is crowded on Sundays, now the market is less crowded, the world system rotates from day to day, from time to time. The sustenance has been established by the almighty, hoping with prayer. Their efforts are made. A smile is still beautiful on a miserable day.

Almost half the market. Akma Jaya walk still looking around. In the end, he was blown away—mused to glance at one of the star-symboled bracelets.

Akma Jaya approached the seller's premises, fumbling with pleasure. “What is the price of this bracelet?” ask Akma Jaya to the bracelet seller.

The seller stared smilingly mentioning the price, not expensive, but as Haima had taught, before buying the good thing the item was bid for first.

Akma Jaya bid a little cheaper than the price that has been set by the seller. Sure, she showed a cute face, a teary look.

The seller swallowed his cute attitude. Unexpectedly, the face that originally looked tangled, now smiling sweetly, the seller nodded in agreement.

He gave the bid price, a little boy prancing happily. Happy, smiling.

He quickly bought, do not ask the look of his face that is more happy, at that time the thought of wandering, thanking the seller. Bending in reverence.

Head scratch seller. For him the seller was good, he was also a friendly person, even the seller thanked Akma Jaya for buying the goods he sold.

After buying it, immediately the excitement makes Akma Jaya wear it immediately, staring with a smile. “This bracelet looks suitable in my hand,” murmured Akma Jaya while looking towards the bracelet.

He again walked through the market, still looking for the right sales for him.

“To–please!” Suddenly from a distance, the sense of hearing caught the source of the sound, the sound of people shouting. His voice is pretty loud. The sound that broke into Akma Jaya's hearing.

At that time, the atmosphere of the market had been said not to be so crowded, it seemed quiet. The screams came at the end of the market. The merchants were indifferent, seeming indifferent to hearing it.

A beautiful innocent figure knew nothing and was not a coward—germani immediately darted, heading towards the source of the sound it came from, when he got there.

Someone was sitting down, his face was lethargic, an old man of more or less unpredictable age.

Akma Jaya embraces to the shoulders. Full of empathetic expression. “What's up? Why are you screaming for help? Say, I'll help.”

“Son, my stuff has been stolen by someone, please ... the thief went that way!” The man pointed south. His voice was coughing. His gaze was sad.

“Alright, wait here. I'll be right there and take back the stolen stuff.” Akma Jaya smiled giving certainty. The man nodded in a smile. He sat back against the wall.

Akma Jaya quickly ran and traced the trail of the thief, from a distance the person who had originally sat leaning back grinned, laughing a little strangely.

From the manic eye the man was astonishing, but Akma Jaya did not circulate the gaze. He spurred a quick run south following the direction of the person who had informed him.

The direction was directed directly to the shady forest where Akma Jaya and Tabra were looking for wood last time.

Leaves waved, winds rustled through the atmosphere, birds chirping over the horizon screeching flying as white clouds rose.

With an innocent attitude without preparation, Akma Jaya barged into the forest, looking for the trail of the thief, the wind again rippled. The air under the trees was quite comfortable, the sound of leaves permeated like the strains of poetry in a banquet party.

Akma Jaya walked, quite carefully looking left and right. Be aware of the danger.

From the towering tree. Tied to a double-branched rope, straight lengthwise below it covered in dry foliage.

Akma Jaya didn't see, she stepped on the leaves. The rope moves, the sound of a crackle is heard, Akma Jaya reflexes dodge, The result is he is fairly slow, the rope moves faster.

Akma Jaya was thrown in a trap, dangling up, swaying, the situation was like it had been prepared from the beginning, the trap was right on target.

“Good! He's been knocked out!” The thief clapped his hands. Behind the tree, he laughed loudly, then came out showing the trunk of his nose.

Akma Jaya wanted to escape, but she could not.

The thief laughed even more. He repeatedly patted Akma Jaya's body. “Child, calm down a little, don't move you'll feel pain!” He said spookily scaring, devil's gaze was just a sound of hitting the ocean universe.

In the middle of the ocean, waves pounding the ship, pelicans squealing on the sidelines of the rocks, bathing themselves while foraging.

“Hey, you all come out. Our target is caught.” The thief waved his hand, gesturing for a large tree lined up.

He kept laughing loudly, some people came out from behind the tree. There are many people, they surround Akma Jaya.

Akma Jaya was stunned to wonder, she could not act because she was trapped with a rope that snared her legs, and her hands and snares were quite tight.

“Who are you?” Akma Jaya stared intently in all directions, they laughed.

“Who are we? That's not important.” The thief smiled cynically. His friends who came out from hiding also laughed.

“Our prey is good, the price of this child must be very expensive,” said one of them.

“Yes, if we sell this child, we will be rich,” replied one of them. Laughing sadistically, staring while scaring.

“From his chin and face, he's passable!”

“True, the height is appropriate.”

“Hahahaha.”

Amidst the echoing laughter, a thief showed a tree trunk that had been cut down. “Already, quickly you tie both hands on the trunk of this tree, his legs, and his body, take him to the end of the island, we will take him away.” The thief gave orders to his friends.

These plans seemed to have been carefully thought out, somehow their preparations were unknown to anyone.

From a distance away, not yet on board, someone had been waiting for their arrival, crossing hands in the area under the chest.

Akma Jaya was angry. “You? You were the one who asked me for help!” On another matter, he was quite dumbfounded looking at that person.

It turned out that the person was the one who had previously shouted for help to Akma Jaya.

“Hah ... you stupid child, you have been deceived, actually the previous incident was a ruse we had planned, he said, after we catch you then we will sell you to one of the Pirates and be made a slave.” The person explained in an optimistic tone, sounding sadistic.

“Hahaha.”

“Face the bleak times you will enjoy, sailing to be a slave.”

All over Akma Jaya's body was thrown like a worthless item, she fell to the floor, crashing.

However, Akma Jaya did not make complaints, even smiling to hear it, there was no fear gap in the slightest.

They were sadistic, also talking about a group of people who did not know who Akma Jaya really was.

They thought Akma Jaya, just an ordinary child who could do nothing, sobbed, that was what they expected. This and that prejudice interlocked in the conversation for a moment.

Akma Jaya stared intently. “Who are you guys?” ask Akma Jaya loudly.

“You dare to speak out loud, you don't know who we are, pathetic!” the man stepped on the body of Akma Jaya. The stampede was quite loud, the person treated Akma Jaya like just an item.

The boy over ten years old again showed a cynical smile. He showed no pain.

“Are you a bunch of intruders?” tanya Akma Jaya again looked towards them with a gaze that made the person feel annoyed.

Akma Jaya seems to keep trying to provoke the person's emotions, now the person feels angry, irritated. He keeps stepping on Akma Jaya.

His face was angry. Stepping without pity.

“Hey, coward!” Akma Jaya laughed.

“What? You call me a coward!” What Akma Jaya said made the man even more furious, the times he stepped on Akma Jaya with such a loud stampede.

Again Akma Jaya smiled as she said, “Are you satisfied to step on me?” This time, breathing out groaned, pain whack all over his body.

The man laughed with a waistline. “You dare, you speak sassy!”

“Quick mix him!” The man exclaimed with cruelty, no morals within, pity vanished with overflowing anger.

His hands pointed, veins appeared around the arms as if jackfruit seeds.

Meanwhile, his men could not do it. “Isn't he just a kid, Boss, I can't bear to do it!” replied one of his men disobeying orders. He said a sympathy argument.

“True, Boss, cruel us. He's just a kid, we can't bear to do it!” They nodded in agreement with this answer, representing everyone who was there.

The man's face reverberated red. “Do you want me to check for not following the orders I gave you!” Through loud remarks, they all gulped bitterly at the saliva. Stuttering and clumsy in front of the person who shouted out loud.

“Alright, Boss. We will carry it out,” said one of them, representing all his men. Only one person answered.

By force, they obey orders from a boss who has no sense of humanity. On the side of the hand was clasped a long straggled whip.

Akma Jaya lowered her head, then raised her slowly, looking at the person with a sharp gaze. “Before you whip me, it would be nice for you to explain to me, who are you guys?” She tries to distract and secretly untie.

The bond is fairly easy to remove, the amateur— bond style is incomparable from Akma Jaya.

Hearing the words of Akma Jaya, the person brought the face closer, held the chin of Akma Jaya, smiling cynically. “Alright, if that's your will. I'll explain who we really are.” That person let go of the chin grips in a rude manner.

Akma Jaya was thrown to the floor. His face was smashed, lips were smashed and blood flowed. He seska slowly. “Explain! Who are you guys?” He slowly raised his head.

That guy laughed. “We are a group of kidnappers, we sail around this continent, abducting children. We'll sell it to the Pirates to serve as slaves. We'll get the money. We will be rich.” Briefly explained. Then looked up, staring at the cluster of white clouds.

“We have been around a lot of seas and land, but only this time I met a place of peace like this village, there was not even a sign of evil, like never touched by evil, he said, I'm quite amazed, moreover there is a plain brat like you, it will probably be many in number.” The person momentarily praised about Muara Ujung Alsa Village. Then, back to the evil laugh.

Akma Jaya spread a smile, information that was valuable to her simply spilled because the person took her for granted.

“Quite, I'm satisfied to hear everything, now mix me!” Akma Jaya showed a resigned attitude.

The man laughed, clapping. “Bokah, I'm quite amazed. You are such a brave boy.”

“Do you guys hear it?” He stared at all of them loudly as if the veins of the neck were turning blue.

“Quick, mix him!” the man insisted on telling his men.

They simultaneously nodded forcefully, in each hand holding a whip, raised towards the target. They whipped with a loud whip, the man laughed. Seemed bruised bleeding.

The man laughed again. “How does it feel?” He glimpsed smilingly, the wind roaring, the trees dropping leaves. Akma Jaya let out a screaming sound—sickness, their lashings are tangled, fairly sadistic.

“Taste, it is a result because you dare to speak presumptuously, boy!” The guy moved away.

Akma Jaya let out a groan, the men who whipped her felt unbearable, there was a tolerance in the bottom of the heart, a sense of compassion pervaded like water poured into a glass. What if it happened to their child.

A child born and raised. At the moment of remembering it, covered in their tears, even dripping fell for a moment.

Judging from the circumstances, the atmosphere is peaceful. The man is gone from the front. Idle conditions. Suddenly, they stopped the lash and gave him a glass of water. They drank and Akma Jaya sipped slowly.