The Black Pirates

CH. 135 – Cover(End)

Yeah, friends. That's story. That is the writing that forms sentences up to paragraphs. That's finally. Waving hands.

The end of the story or finally this is how it is. During this time many have passed the incident with various kinds of speech, apologies have been represented by a mayor before.

On the beach rustling wind waving leaves. The ship perched gracefully there. A few moments passed until they all arrived at the beach.

Everything has returned to harmony and peace with a happy face. Adventure, treasure search and everything is over.

Akma Jaya made it out of the time dimension, after the party ended when the mayor kindly granted whatever request Akma Jaya wanted. That way, Akma Jaya asks that he can return to the natural world. So with a little speech, the mayor of mangut-mangut, opened the gate.

A bright light appeared, right up there. Giant hole. Akma Jaya was sucked through the ceiling of the time dimension. Ends. He returned to the world.

Staring at all the men who were in the mountain forest, facing the bear. Yeah, that's what happened. This story has ended here about his complaints and fatigue all this time, it's over.

Ended already. Akma Jaya smiled in a hat-wielding style. Tabra and Aisha were nearby. The ocean and the roar of the wind mixed with the waves, as well as the evening light on the surface of the sky. Beautiful light shimmering.

“Haaah .. thank goodness. We can look at the ship again, you know what I like is just the ocean.” Dasasa stared as he exhaled a quiet breath.

“Iya, same me too!” Dausa stared back. Exclaims happily. Although all that happened just a few days traversing the forest, up the mountains.

At that time the feeling said it had been weeks. Akma Jaya was also grateful like them. One or two Jalbs count with fingers.

They have returned together as a group of Black Pirates. Relieved and felt more and more there felt.

“Yeah, Captain. We'll go back to the ocean. We will return to the region to the.” region Boba patted the Captain on the shoulder, staring straight at the calm choppy sea.

It's afternoon. The evening atmosphere in the sky was emitting a peaceful light. The color of life begins to dim.

Akma Jaya remembers many things while in the time dimension. Right at Sakala's pier, a father murmured a poem.

It's a memory that can't be found anymore. Waiting and watching in the evening light. Ocean and horizon bias. Missed that day. Breathing that feels different.

It was as if a circle of hot tears spread throughout the body was about to flow profusely wet the cheeks. Missing, not just tired or because of what? That's feeling.

Some things are lost when looked at, also about some things that appear as uninvited. Those memories are shitty.

A fisherman in all letters to letters. A weak spelling stammered out a verse for the hundredth time the temple he had laid out. Thankfully, right on that day the evening atmosphere came to say hello. Filled by him with positive activities while fishing, full of his boat to return to relatives. Liven up the miserable days.

Life's obstacles are sometimes different, man. The Black Pirates are back on the sea. The vast ocean, meeting other pirates, faces a fight after battle that continues over time.

Different mood. Daytime. Hundreds of days passed from place to place. The white cloud particles were rumbling gracefully, covering their voyages in shade.

The wind was slowly blowing the screen. The pirate ship that has a characteristic carrot symbol with a green flag that departs from the dock Antolagi heading to one of the shipping routes they want to go.

Northern waters, Kaima village. There, frozen ice enveloped, cold air as if piercing the skin.

Inside the ship, a captain wore thickly-coated clothes, as well as the men. Not to forget next to the captain of his two best friends. They sail with one reason to want to know the details of the region there. Not coming to rob, but their names are plastered around every corner to the corner.

...WANTEDD! THE BLACK PIRATES...

...O residents. We pirates agreed to kill the black band, they sailed across the ocean, stopping to the islands on a route deviated from the ancestors. Revenge and hate in the past make them forget the meaning of the name of the Pirate who did plow the ocean....

...____...

...Captain Atlana....

That's how the announcement paper. The announcement that spread from corner to corner, was long gone. Almost a year, two years, three years.

They become fugitives. Sailing for protection from one place to another. The world is like a spinning ball. In the ocean, the Earth's axis looks round in shape. Straight in it. right above the screen, from there it looks the expanse of the ocean to form an arch.

When sailing. The faces that were drenched in sea water when the storm came crashing for the umpteenth time of shaking, seen from below and so from time to time dashed with many decorated fireworks memories. Their names are scattered, the group is deviant.

The ocean is stable and straight. Beautiful scenery that was decorated charming like a faint arch from a distance. Their ship continued to sail into the waters of Kaima.

“Captain, the cruise this time, it looks like we will just freeze ourselves there, the news I heard about the weather there he said so cold, it might make us broken bones.” Tabra laughs.

He was joking as usual. Honey, this time it's not funny. Some laugh because it seems infected staring at the face of Tabra that widens his mouth, actually it is not funny.

Akma Jaya smiled at a glance, staring at all of them. A blonde woman was nearby. “Aisha, do not forget to prepare warm water. When we enter the area there, the air feels very cold. How good we are to drink warm. Drinks I liked a long time ago.”

“Good, Captain.” Aisha answered.

The waves hit the ship. “Not far away we will enter the territory covered entirely with views of ice. Kaima village is right in the middle of the plain, quite far after sailing we will walk. Hopefully we have no trouble.” Akma Jaya looked towards the bow.

And in front there looks empty jumping without any ships passing or floating gracefully waiting for the target.

“True, Captain. Hopefully.” Tabra patted the captain's shoulder, grinning.

Wind blowing. The ship continues to sail like splitting the ocean. With a cold wind. The voyage became peaceful, peaceful sea air that was able to make drowsiness piled up and evaporate the mouth.

“Ah, somehow I want to sleep.” One of the men rubbed his eyes. Slightly vaporized.

So far the cruise to Kaima village smoothly sentosa. The view of the ocean stretched bluish, the sunlight covered with clouds.

“I also.” One of the others got sleepy. They were looking at the ocean at the bow of the ship.

“You rest.” Tabra.

They both agreed without saying much. Leaving the rest with eyes staring at the front, the sea is looking charming. The flapping wings of pelicans in the sky follow their ship, seen adorned with white clouds that screech, covering the sunlight.

Yeah, my friend—we'll always know the end of all this, right? An end that is not special, not as expected. The end turned out to be just a simple scribble.

For the support of colleagues all this time and yeah the continuation somehow leads to an event that is not able to be explained by the Author himself. The more strange, it seems like this is the end.

This Black Pirate Adventure will continue in folded book sheets. In a simple book it is not thick.

This is the word of closing.

Thank you :")