The Black Pirates

CH. 137 – You Want to Go Where

The whispers there are still being heard. Akma Jaya has entered the cabin of the ship. Tabra doesn't care about them. He went up on the screen. And sit there looking at the wind. Ocean.

Tabra saturates with self-destruction. Chanting the verse in his mind. Reflect on day and night events.

Keep him in the contemplation of the soul that feels heavy to him. Why did the bat was pitch-black, creepy-faced flying at night and during the day it fell into a deep sleep. Why the ocean can be a place of peace. It is also the most frightening place and where is the end of the ocean.

Is there an end? Tabra was still contemplating it alone and not much hissing like a starving snake.

“I can think that this is just a word in my mind. No use!” He brushed off his musings right then and there, deciding to throw it all the way.

For that he opened a sheet of notes that he had long kept. I don't know what that note is? He never told anyone, whether it was Aisha or Akma Jaya. He keeps it as a memory, not to show off.

Regarding the note it will be explained perhaps in later chapters. It may or may not be explained. As to what and why for the figure of Tabra the note is very valuable.

On the side of the screen straps. Like a Kalboza climber hanging there. Enjoy the wind that touches his face. Relax.

Under the screen. Some are busy talking. One of them while eating a typical snack from the opposite village. Tuna fish chips, cooked dry and crunchy chewed mouth.

Who else if not Boba. Fat bodies that like to eat. Kalpra several times mocked his fat body.

Even the snacks that Boba ate were still fresh echoing his voice. Kalpra performed with a voice of ridicule while joking. Boba did not swallow completely. Even a little more laughter followed the slightly shaky laughter of Kalpra. Over time he also felt tired of hearing all that. There is no end, even more annoying.

“Quite laughing, Kalpra. You don't know if I'm angry, I can be fiercer than a Lion, more savage than a Shark.” Boba began to look seriously at his interlocutor.

“You never know a joke, friend. Well, it seems I forced you too much to come laugh with me.” Kalpra stopped himself and started a pretty stale pleasantry.

“You've eaten?” ask Kalpra without sin. Boba gave only a glimpse of a smile. I don't know what that means?

In heart. “What kind of friend is he, questioning eating? Huh, what kind of question is that? Just pleasantries.”

Kalpra wanted to question it, then said. “You didn't answer me, Boba. You must be saying a no-no in your heart about me.”

Just look at it. Kalpra like already know the contents of the fat body Boba's heart. Kalpra is quite good at researching his interlocutor.

“Hei. Kalpra, you're overreacting, you're so ignorant, that's really no good. You talk like that. I hate to admit it but you're like a person who has no thoughts, no understanding.” Boba.

“We better stop talking like this, we play dice only. That's a good game for you to sharpen your brain. You're also not good at taking care of food supplies. Are you questioning whether I eat or not? That's an unimportant question the hundredth time I've heard. Don't ask someone something you already know the answer to. It's stale, you want to eat stale food?”

Boba continued speaking in a tone that sounded a little sharper. But, the look on the face looks quite pleasant. The intention this time is good to invite Kalpra to play dice together. Not argue.

While walking away, leaving Kalpra. Boba wanted to laugh at the sparkle that she was intentionally holding. Kalpra can only raise his shoulders without many words, nor argue and succumb to him is a better path than opposite the Boba. He also followed Boba who had walked there first. Aswa Daula paid enough attention to them and checked the map of the cruise and wind direction where they were.

Meanwhile, Aisha is engrossed in the kitchen. Skilled at playing cooking tools. He cooks cheerfully, without being forced.

In the air there whistling wind carried the steam and smell of the aroma of the cuisine. It is so special that they clearly smell.

Talk about that time. Where you going, man. To the south or to the shadow of the past. Does it still bother your feelings? The past is painful. Oh, it's not so.

His past is not painful. That was the time he always missed.

Still until now the self was lulled in questioning it. Questions? Life philosophy? Ex-memories?

That former blonde woman? He got married three years ago.

Why after all that, after the pieces are messy and after a long time left it with a row of numbers not monthly, but annual. Long per all time spent hitching a ride on the present. And the past is still strongly remembered until now, until a time that cannot be explained by words.

“You daydream again, Jalbia.” Glosia approached and sat down beside him. Smiled kindly with the two ginsul teeth she showed. Show-off!

Like someone who has known for a long time. Yes, they have known for a long time. Long time, for those who don't know. Yes, it's better not to know than to know. It sucks to be remembered, it's hard to tell. This is enough.

“Jalbia, you're too busy being alone.” Glossia started a pleasantry, wanting to joke around.

“You know the difference between fish and horses? Answer it don't know. And surrender.” He's the one who asked the question. He also suggested giving up.

Jalbia knows it's a fleeting trick question. She laughs. “What do you mean, Glossia. You purposely questioned something to me and you said it so eloquently to me. Tell me to surrender? Hahaha, from a long time ago you already knew I never gave up.”

“That's what I mean.” Glossia added.

When I heard Glosia. Jalbia understood immediately the meaning of his words. The face turned to look at the waves. The view, the atmosphere was very much felt like a scribble on paper. Like classical songs played in the place of the Pirate herds during the day.

The heat is blazing the world. The ocean at the end there. What is power, what is the word if there is not a place with a sense of comfort to get.

The past association. Gathering with the heartbeats he felt.

“You won't be able to understand with me, friend. Your face clearly said it. Your face does not look like mine. And of course, you disagree and not like me, our brains are not the same. Leave me here with my solitude so that today I am free to issue grievances and wishful thinking in my mind.” Jalbia replied with a little complaint.

Glosia listened to everything to say, “You have a long talk. A lot of wasted redundant words. Hold it until lunch we resume.”

“I know, Jalbia. What you think, what you feel. Where are you going? With your mind you will be able to go anywhere or you will remain silent and choose to stay here with us in this group. Do you still miss that past with your teacher? We who now live as travelers to one area to another, just believe that if there is time we will be able to meet again with the teacher who had raised us. He has done a lot and I certainly can't forget him. When you remember it, just imagine what the best thing we're doing right now.”

Jalbia is listening. Where are you going? In the direction of the past, he was silent thinking about the phrase 'Where are you going?' Glossia who understood chose to leave Jalbia alone.

Being alone was Jalbia's way of calming his soul. Glossia had long understood that. He just said a little faintly, “If this world you forced exists only to remember the past and get stuck there, then, you will only be a stone that will never be able to see and feel how the future.”

The west wind is blowing harder now. The western season occurs between December-January-February. Now as of January date with the numbers in disguise. About the past it's like a troubling shadow.

Jalbia three words you must be uplifting.