The Black Pirates

CH. 13 – Caught Group Kidnapper

They were all—people who whipped, there were about five people in number—seemed to sigh. Wiping tears for a moment, the whip in the hand came off, looking down guilty.

Sometimes man is cruel, worthless, empty love as if a grain of dust is flying. The atmosphere enveloped the earth, musings and cries decomposed falling.

They stopped whipping, then reconciled their minds while watching the surroundings. Although the surroundings were quiet, no one passed by, but prejudice was raised anxious.

The large ship with the red two-layer sail was still perched silently. They have not left because the boss wants a target.

A target that satisfies his own desires. His men were only able to bitterly swallow all that, their boss wanted three children. That's the target capacity limit of the boy who will be kidnapped. Akma Jaya is the first child in their target.

***

Previously, when Akma Jaya searched the market, they had done in-depth planning. Some of his men were ordered to set a trap in the forest. While he himself, as the boss of them, performed the charade as a weak man, the one who had stolen his goods, curled up at the end of the market.

In view of the appearance, Akma Jaya is among those who are judged to have the ability, they are aware of it, then rotate the brain— planned in a matter of minutes.

The result is right on target, somehow the kidnapper's prediction is able to create a skillful and hidden ruse.

***

In the middle of the situation, the surrounding area where Akma Jaya is quiet because they watch the surrounding on the beach.

Meanwhile, in the remaining part of the ship three men keep watch—.

However, negligent and incompetent. Akma Jaya secretly released the rope that bound her hands. Right at the time he was talking to the kidnapper's boss. He's been distracting.

The three men who were watching did not realize that Akma Jaya had opened a bond in his hand.

Akma Jaya got up grinning. “Hey, you don't need to show pity, you will definitely regret it!” With a bangar, he looked at the three men while raising his hand, revealing the bond that had been broken.

Three men stared dumbfoundedly.

“Ba—how could you possibly release it?!” say one of them. Then, he called out to his friends who were on the beach. Looks like the kidnapper's boss is fast asleep.

The cry was clearly loud as if splitting the ocean. The wind rippled, head hair swayed in it.

The men who stood guard on the beach, immediately ran into the ship.

Two of the men who had originally been watching Akma Jaya ran towards the cabin, intending to report it to the kidnapper's boss, but Akma Jaya did not let it go easy.

Two of the men were blocked off the road. They stopped for a moment. The sense of compassion that had just been felt penetrated into the heart was as if it disappeared covered with desire.

The world glitters covered in the veil of money that is predicted. If Akma Jaya graduated from their grasp, it was clear they would not get a handful of money in the slightest, only able to swallow bitterly scolded by their boss.

Dust particles floated in the air, their hopes and wait tainted.

The men who stood guard on the beach surrounded Akma Jaya, they all laughed.

Akma Jaya stared quietly around. He has no weapons in his hands. By the time he was tied up earlier, his weapon had already been taken by them.

Nevertheless, Akma Jaya stands right in the middle of the ship, the sail above there rubbed against the wind. Silently fixated for a moment thinking deeply, lucky, the netra stared at the stick on one of the decks of the ship, she quickly memelsat—fly jump over their heads.

They all stared at the movements of Akma Jaya, only able to gawk silently.

Akma Jaya took the stick, pointed it at them. “You take me too lightly, I'll show you how little kids act!” Akma Jaya let out a loud voice. Grinning for a moment, sharp-edged symbolizes the ferocity of attitude and authority.

The souls of their captors thrashed and laughed at hearing it. All around them, a gust of wind blew conveying the air, the waves echoing in a shattering of shades and an increasingly disparaging notion, glancing at the gaze of the gaze.

“Hahaha .. little boy, you are so confident. It's worth the boss being furious with you, this time we won't pity you anymore!” One of them spoke while laughing.

One of the others began preparing to attack. Then, a few seconds later, he darted and attacked without using a sword.

More precisely using empty hands, the shape of the fists is underestimated. He had truly looked down on Akma Jaya's abilities.

“Basic of a child! once I hit you you'll pass out!” He ran over, his hands clenched, delivering a punch.

Akma Jaya smiled. “I've said it. Don't underestimate my abilities!” He dodged at a glance, then moved the stick, pounding it into the abdomen.

That guy fell—fainted, he had no power to endure the pain. Exposed to the stick was clearly aching, in the part of the abdomen close in the genitals, even the collision was pounded hard. The man drooled, collapsed.

Those who stared wide in wonder. “Ba–how is it possible? You're just a little boy.” This presumption at least does not reflect the plan they did before.

Wasn't it before, their boss had predicted the ability of Akma Jaya, they forgot to put the goods.

“Quick ... report this issue now to boss!” exclaim one of them by commanding the other.

The attitude of the order was a little annoying, but the desperate reason made them willing to obey it. Nodding understandably.

One man ran towards the cabin, remaining besieged, wielding a sword, surrounding Akma Jaya.

Akma Jaya was completely overwhelmed by their siege with a large number of sharp-armed men, while Akma Jaya held a stick, only able to swallow a small amount of saliva left.

Dry throttling. The hot air above the horizon plunges into the soul.

“How's boy? Are you feeling scared now?” One of them laughed scaringly.

Akma Jaya sneered. “You have a big mouth, are you not ashamed to attack a small child, and you even surround me? You cowards!” He made a sharp mockery while staring at the net at every corner of the place.

Meanwhile, one man who ran woke up the kidnapper's boss. As mentioned in the beginning about their unknown boss—take it the guy—come to clean up Akma Jaya.

He approached, clapping his hands. The men looked reverently. Paving the way, showing Akma Jaya being surrounded in a circle.

“You all get out of the way! Let me face it,” said the man looking at Akma Jaya. He squeezes his fingers.

“You are too arrogant, I will make you realize that you are just a child!” The person walked over slowly, showing a loud voice.

Akma Jaya snorted, also grinning. “You are too arrogant, you don't even know who I really am!” Their eyes were tense. Silence is glued on the wind blowing.

The man stepped forward towards Akma Jaya, while his men seemed to dodge—away.

Akma Jaya stared at the movement of the hand she squeezed. Steady face smiling cynically. “Then let's prove your ability to me!” That guy just answered. He was busy in a pretentious fashion in front of Akma Jaya.

“Hey, one thing you should know, ability regardless of age, whatever your age, never underestimate a child.” Akma Jaya exclaimed as she pointed her staff towards the person.

The man smiled, shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, boy! Take it easy, I will not use the sword.” The man momentarily played the sword, then threw it far away and fell into the sea.

Then, he took the stick. Mimicking the style of Akma Jaya, now the two meet each other. In their hands, the sticks were raised, each one preparing.

Instantly the atmosphere became silent, Akma Jaya looked calm, exhaling slowly, showing an arrogant look.

The person tucked, then threw off an attack, the stick swinging towards the target.

Akma Jaya is just doing evasive moves. The attack that the man made was quick.

A small child who was considered trivial was smiling avoiding him easily, as during the training with Tabra, right in the training hall, he always made evasive moves.

Where at that moment, Tabra was irritated by himself, Akma Jaya briefly remembered him, grinning about to laugh.

The kidnapper's boss stared furiously. “Bokah! Why do you keep avoiding my attacks?” He was angry—did not accept because his attack was not reciprocated.

“You!” The man continued pointing. The veins on his neck turned blue, his face was covered in sweat, the wind roared, sweat fell and fell.

Akma Jaya did not answer him, just grinned back. Meanwhile, the person was getting more and more raging and now looked exhausted.

The kidnapper boss did too many attacks and none of his attacks succeeded in hitting Akma Jaya. Poor, tired tired of not getting results. He was sweating at the temple, breathing out tired.

***

Tabra evaporated wide. “Hah, where is Akma Jaya? Somehow I want to meet him.” He walked out of the house.

Aisha was painting on the ground, a picture of a swan and coconut trees hanging affectionately, clinging to each other.

Tabra greeted lightly. The head scratches evaporated. Aisha felt less like it. He quickly removed the image with his calf and sighed.

“Tabra, you're disturbing the mood!” Aisha stared at the ketus.

The brother grinned. “Heleh, ugly picture!” He pulled out his tongue.

“Dh. You're this, go there!” Aisha crossed her arms while looking away, staring at the beach, a gust of wind waving coconut leaves, her ripples echoing.

Tabra sighed. “Iya. Yes.” As she left, Aisha chuckled at the sound of her brother's lethargy. Maybe he did it intentionally.

Tabra still did not understand, a six-year-old older brother of her sister, she tried to understand. Now, he's headed to Akma Jaya.

Some time ago, he had been there to help in making a cage, in fact he was confused about where to go, one thing the decision was in the head, only to go to the house of Akma Jaya.

Idle conditions. On the deserted streets, the wind blew, the dust was blown gracefully.

Tabra walked up to the front porch of the house, the door closed, he knocked, said his greetings.

A woman just opened the door, stood gracefully on her threshold, staring at a sweet smile. “Tabra.” Haima was delighted.

“Eh, aunt. Is there Akma Jaya?” Tabra smiled, bowing in reverence.

“Tadi, just now. He went for a walk to the market.” Haima.

Tabra nodded, answered a sentence, then asked for permission, he hurried to go to the market. Today, it was quite tiring, walking in the scorching sun. Tabra complained in silence.

The wind again blew, the hot weather as if taken flying. Arriving at the market, he looked left and right. No visible trunk of his nose. Tabra muttered alone, then decided to go back to her house while sighing.

***

Now, the kidnapper's boss jumped back— evaded from Akma Jaya a considerable distance away, seemingly feeling defeated, reflexed away to breathe for a moment.

Akma Jaya laughed. “I told you, ability does not look at age!” From a distance, the two of them stared at each other, the kidnapper boss completely exhausted.

For a moment he wiped the temple, smiling cynically. “Hahaha ... What ability, you keep avoiding my attacks,” reply that person with a laugh. He still had an argument to defend himself.

“Sactually that's what I'm capable of!” Akma Jaya stared with a sinister smiling face. Replying to a smile from the kidnapper's boss.

The man looked increasingly furious, his hands clenched, his breathing snorting. He spat out with a voice that followed him.

“Bokah, you deserve to die!” Continuing to take out the sword weapon wrapped in a compost, he finished it off.

A five-inch-sharp sword of paper shone in the sunlight, shining.

The man immediately turned towards Akma Jaya. At that moment, Akma Jaya's mind wandered around— twisted and looked for ideas to overcome it.

“How is this? Is it possible that the movement of the swan will work? But, I have to try it.” Akma Jaya thought deeply, still holding her chin and looking calm.

“Cih, pretend!” That person was almost close from the distance of Akma Jaya. He slashed the sword from the top stabbed into the face.

However, with a stick in the hand of Akma Jaya, he turned the stick, uniting it with the movement of a swan, a sword that slashed towards Akma Jaya carried away the flow of movement. Turn like a windmill.

Not long after, the sword slipped out of the kidnapper's boss' hand.

The man swallowed. “No way, Ba–how did you master that movement?” He was clearly astonished, his sword had been blown away from his hand. Lost from the grasp. Meringis—ask for mercy.

Akma Jaya did not give a glance. Swaying for a moment, looking at the person for long-goals.

BUCK! He immediately punched the kidnapper's boss in the stomach with a stick in his hand.

“Arrrggghhh ..!” The man screamed in pain. He fell down like a cut down tree, as if the hand of a two-branched twig was holding his tummy that was hit.

All the netra from each of his men looked dumbfounded. Akma Jaya smiled sweetly, the men were like electrocuted eels, standing tense.

“You all! Don't just stupefy. Quickly finish off that whining boy!” The man exclaimed with his loud tone. With lying position on the floor of the ship.

He was powerless to stand, but still had the power to speak.

At the time the man exclaimed, Akma Jaya suddenly stepped on his face saying, “This is karma because you have stepped on me.” Akma Jaya smiled cynically looking at him. The man came back screaming in pain.

“Hey, boy! Don't be too confident, you're outnumbered by us.” One of his men approached and they began to besiege Akma Jaya.

The man now laughed with a loud voice, Akma Jaya stepped back, right on the front teeth. His teeth broke out of blood. “Hey, quiet! You've lost.” Akma Jaya is furious.

The gust of wind again blew, the leaves boisterous. The waves swung the ship. Akma Jaya's hair is a little steady.

“Choches, let go of our boss!”

“If not, you will receive the consequences!”

His men were only able to threaten, but no one came forward to attack. Wal hal, Akma Jaya was surrounded, surrounded, stared at by them.

Akma Jaya grinned. “Then try you guys attack me!” He moves to retrieve the kidnapper's boss's sword.

Each of them drew a sword. Akma Jaya shrugged, jumped high and fell far at the end of the ship.

They stared running. Akma Jaya returned to grinning. He launched an attack, they faced him.

Swords cross each other. Far from the evil thoughts of Akma Jaya there is no intention to hurt, it is not from her.

He simply twisted the sword with the swan bird's movement, a move that made all of his opponent's swords flutter and slip out of their hands.

Now they have not a sword. In the hands of empty hands. Instead they were frightened and ran away from Akma Jaya.

“Cih ...! Coward!” Akma Jaya put the sword on the deck of the ship.

Then, he jumped, falling in front of them. At that moment, they could do nothing.

They all resigned and surrendered themselves, the authority radiated steadily. In fact, without a sword he was able to subdue them all.

First Akma Jaya binds the kidnapper's boss, then the crew of the ship, then to all his men, there is nothing left, they are all tied tightly.

Especially the kidnapper's boss, he tied her to a sail pole, before leaving. Akma Jaya complacently beat him in return for his own actions.

Akma Jaya went home, somehow the look on the kidnapper's boss's face smiled, like something was done.

***

In the special room—the meeting place of Captain Lasha. Akma Jaya knocked on the door. One of the men opened the door, knowing that it was Akma Jaya. He saluted, letting her in.

Captain Lasha sat in his place. “Dad, I have captured the group of kidnappers, everyone involved already I tied up on their own ship.” Akma Jaya without further ado immediately uttered a speech, conveying it with a hoot.

Captain Lasha did not answer. He stood up from the seat. Patting his son's shoulders. “Show me that place.”

Akma Jaya nodded. They departed from the meeting place to the kidnapper's ship. Once there, it was true that they were all tied up.

Captain Lasha acted to imprison them—without exception.

Akma Jaya heard a glance. He was not satisfied, making suggestions to be chosen from some of them to serve as slaves.

It was all done as punishment for the crimes they have committed all this time, especially the kidnapper boss. He was his head, obviously to be in charge, even to be punished more severely. Can't just be imprisoned, must be made into slaves.

Captain Lasha did not say much, she nodded in agreement with the advice given by Akma Jaya. That day, not long ago, the weather was still scorching half a pole ago. The world was still bright, a sinister smile plastered on the kidnapper's boss's face.

I don't know what that smile means, it's surprising. Captain Lasha did not pay attention clearly, nor did Akma Jaya whose head gradually felt dizzy. The body shivered a little, but he did not show it, not even saying it.

Captain Lasha patted Akma Jaya on the shoulder, staring with a smile. He seemed proud of the achievement of his son who managed to catch them.

Invisibly, Akma Jaya has created the situation as usual. In Muara Ujung Alsa village will remain gated from the source of crime.

This is the first case of this happening on their island. Far away in the hemisphere, it could have been if the group of kidnappers were not caught, they would have committed various other crimes.