The Black Pirates

CH. 138 – Preparations Toward Planning Level

“You should have comforted me, Glosia. I'm currently heartbroken.” The voice of Jalbia at that time was not clearly heard by Glosia who was walking away. The sentence at the end sounded, heartbroken that was how he said.

Broken heart?—Iya, she's heartbroken. Her ex-boyfriend you know three years ago, her boyfriend got married right now is the date of his wedding. Glosia flung slowly, feeling disbelief.

Gosh gosh? Dude, you've been heartbroken for that long? What does he think? It turns out to remember the ex-lover who has long since ended.

Glossia as his best friend knew about it. How it used to be that Jalbia was really heartbroken when he saw his beloved woman join hands in the guarantee, with a man who was not himself. Oh, my God, that hurts.

Glosia came back and understood enough. “Be happy not only have you managed to forget it, not only have you managed to completely forget it. But, for peace of heart you must accept all that, Jalbia.”

“You easily said so. It's hard for me to forget.”

Jalbia just made up a broken heart. Where there are broken. Actually, there was only one thing that disturbed her feelings. He misses his hometown. That he told Glosia about the heartbreak just wanted to test the nature of the chaos that somehow until now Glosia had it. The nature of a friend in feeling the same way and giving a piece of advice that can really calm the soul and body or a telling sentence is not what in the end all of it pleases the listener. Friends understand more about the shortcomings and advantages, about the feeling that is in each inch per inch of the tip of the finger on the eyelid.

I see?—ntahlah, Jalbia just make up a broken heart. Even before there was no such thing, he just said a seemingly inconsequential word he uttered to the sky above sea level. Yellow at the crossroads of the lost atlantic ocean.

That's early. That's early. That's early.

“Jalbia, it turns out I was wrongly prejudiced. I thought you were thinking about the teacher who raised us, you were thinking about that woman? This is very surprising to me. That woman you made like a needle that keeps stabbing in your heart. You are suffering from a hard-to-treat disease, even for me unable to give way to a solution, can only say a few words. The woman has found her love, it is not good for you to drag on with feelings that are only like a bunch of useless dust. When you remember about that woman, believe me, there are many things you can do, that you can save from within yourself.”

“Since long ago I knew that if you were this sad, you needed time to be alone. Not that I don't want to entertain you, but you do need time to be able to calm down, then rise from your feelings of foreclosure.”

Glosia took out all her words. Jalbia is feeling better. The figure did not misjudge, his best friend was better than he thought. Glossia was over for a while and saw Jalbia seem to be starting to improve. He also left with a pretty comforting sentence to make Jalbia laugh. Glosia left Jalbia alone to allow her old friend time to calm down and give her the freedom of thought for the moment she feels.

Jalbia is not heartbroken. He only fabricated it to test the nature of the treachery that Glosia possessed. In the end it was not wrong for him to judge, Glosia was a friendly figure who really understood about him.

That's the story of the two of them, briefly do not want to be extended because it is tiring.

Kalpra with Boba another story from the two of them. Enjoying each other sitting staring at the dice game that was about to start, but Kalpra volunteered before the start of the game he wanted to tell Boba a story. When he heard it, Boba expressed his agreement and told him to speed up so that the dice game could start without long having to wait.

“Alright, Boba. I'll start my story, you have to hear it.” Kalpra was serious at the beginning, then laughed.

I don't know what that means? Perhaps because of seeing the funny-looking face of Boba with deep disbelief.

“Hopefully your story is not funny.” Boba says. He nodded so that Kalpra would stop laughing.

“Who said my story was funny? I'm not telling you that, this story is so terribly too horrible and full of struggle. You won't get tired of hearing it.”

Kalpra. He mimicked the sounds of wind, waves and lightning. The ship that was about to sink was hit by storm waves. Boba quite enjoyed it casually, not interested.

***

You know, Boba. This story not only gave me goosebumps, but also at the end I found a sense of struggle of someone who wants to get something by trying and keep trying.

It is not why you do not believe now, but look tomorrow and tomorrow until as late as all time, when you yourself meet someone who lives life continues to try. That person will achieve the intent he wants.

I once marked it on a cruise map, Boba. A large crate filled with ornamentation and the provision of tax documents signifies abundant wealth. There are a lot of words I don't mention right now. How you don't need to know about it and it's not important that you know about it.

I don't mean to show off all that, showing off is despicable to me. The nature of the show is so despicable. You don't know me that, do you? Admit it, don't shut up.

Here's my story about all that.

At the end of a vast ocean. Then along the cruise until arriving to a territorial waters. Entering remote areas, long rivers overgrown with mangrove roots to the dense forest among the trees. Lush and covered completely untouched by the sunlight, the rays could not penetrate it. The ratio of so thick and dense is the forest. Even a shrewd pack of wolves can get lost in confusion without direction and worry about where they end up dead.

One of the old merchants cut down a tree. Sajaratul Urwa. The tree is said to be sought to be a medicine for the Queen in the palace of Arujan Makabinca.

It was there that the adventure was stored to meet the meeting point and all that was after it was discovered by an old merchant who managed to get the tree. Rare trees that are hard to find.

The old poet. Uh, merchant—means. You could say he also included in the singing, melantukan sound. Appropriate scales of tone, worthy of joining the contest of poetry. The sound and steady sound that at that time he read a verse to make a flock of birds fly closer to him. Very sweet, the rhythm of the forest followed with his voice as if touched by the wind. Blowing to the west, a bunch of fish also appeared on the surface wanting to accompany the rhythm.

A bunch of trees with their leaves are making a sound. It was in the forest that the old merchant had discovered the marvelous wonder of his eyes. Life that feels like it represents a feeling of pleasure.

How much reward do people want, not in small amounts. Not playing, even the Queen was willing to give her entire royal palace just for a tree that would heal her. For anyone who managed to get it, this would surely be very astonishing news. The pirates also seemed to be scrambling for the tree.

The tree's not big, man. A small thread and the word cutting it is used as a sweetener for the struggle that is very difficult in getting it.

***

“Heh, you're telling me like a drunk. Where there is such a thing, it is clearly a written by you.” Boba expressed her frank sympathy. Honest with his annoying attitude to Kalpra who was telling a story. Absurd story.

“Good.” Boba answered short. Good?—shared is a good thing. Kalpra's story for him is easy to guess how the story goes.

“My goal to take you from the beginning is to play dice. Not listening to your silly story, even though it was said to have happened right in the country Kaisawah. But stories like that have been a long time. It's stale, even I've heard it word of mouth. And you know that story strangely develops according to each person's version so it's hard for me to find the authenticity of the story.” Boba explained that and then acted wisely. Even with the style of movement and speech of his silly words—sound at a glance like a person who feels pretentious in terms of explaining.

Kalpra laughed. “You're more drunk and weird than me, Boba. You called me making up stories, and then you said it happened in the Kaisawah state. Whatisit? You want to make a joke in front of me?”

Kalpra was laughing, even curling. Boba scratched his head. He repeatedly said that Kalpra would forget him. It was just an error he said, my God. The shame is not a responsibility.

“You really laughed at me. This is very unwise for someone who lives like us. Enjoying this may not hurt, you are like the sound of a donkey that I hate so much.” Boba grumbled, trying to shift the subject.

Calpra. Yeah, he's pretty gutted, saying two words. You're too. Haha. No matter how wise you are it won't make you thin, Boba. Eat only what should be reduced, do not like.

“Alright—well, Kalpra. Let's just continue playing with his chest. So that we can know who will win and who will lose. It will also prove your brain intelligence.” Boba smiled quite a grin.

The Kalpra only moves the head lightly. “You know, Boba. A fool speaks much rather than acts, many reasons, many demeans others. Smart people are quieter, blame more on themselves than others and try to correct their mistakes from time to time. Long time.”

Kalpra has always tried to hold back. However, the words of Boba are very annoying. This time he used a fine sentence, doing a steady stoppage sentence.

“As far as you are.” Boba doesn't want to argue. He knew it would lead in a direction he disliked more.

Kalpra laughs. “You start first.”

Boba. “You started it first, Kalpra. And remember this, I will end this game with an absolute victory!”

Kalpra smiled forcefully. Just say something and he is actually lazy to answer it. He was breeding, starting the dice-throwing game earlier than Boba. That is, the two of them until unconsciously up there the seagulls fly following the sailing ship. The atmosphere of this cruise feels very relieving, without thinking about problems. Without convolutions.

Their voyage had taken about three days after departing from the port. Crossing the night by day and white clouds still faithfully accompany. No storm, no rain. Just a quiet cruise down the ocean.

Tabra is over on the screen and down. He wasn't there long. Just looking. Say hello to Kalboza who is still hanging on the screen ropes.

Kalboza broke away, plunging into the deck of the ship with his style made as cool as possible. Some praised his style, Tabra patted Kalboza on the back many times.

“You do look healthy, Kalboza. You're diligent in exercising?” Tabra.

“Of course, Tabra. Haha... I'm even more diligent than you.” Kalboza laughed a little like that when he hit Tabra.

Tabra was blown away when she heard it. Laughing unfortunately, anyway. That's bogus.

“Ya, stop. Haha.you are right, some time I was like a person who was stricken with a lazy disease, difficult to move. You know the effects of the oceans are bad enough for my health, I miss the land a little and light a bonfire.” Tabra explained what she felt.

Campfire?—that's how, campfire. Yeah, the campfire. Campfires. That, bonfire.

Kalpra thought about it. A bonfire? Hmmm.. campfire?—Fire a campfire?

Tabra gaped slightly at Kalboza's expression and tried to shift the subject. Look at the sky there, the horizon that is seen as beautiful by the eyes.

A special pleasure for a thinker who is undergoing a period of repentance from all sins and his way of worship. This is the way to stretch out the reflection.

After all that, Tabra started a new topic that was quite fun. Kalboza can only grin feeling uncomfortable with all that. But, still forced to laugh.

Two hours passed. Serious topics are starting to get discussed. “Aah, I just remembered come with me to see the captain. We'll talk about what and why the captain's face is like it has no stance. You know, he's not a real captain.”

Tabra started the call. Kalboza was silent, strangely speaking to Tabra who said so, why would a friend of the captain say such a thing? Pretty hard to guess. Whose heart knows? There is nothing other than him and between the subconscious as well as the nature that he is currently there. Stand up and talk to the figure of Kalboza in front of him. That's what he feels right now.

Why does this world have so many mysteries? Have many questions that fill the brain and revolve around the mind and mind. In a sense that is explosive and can not be prevented, was made into a field of questions.

“Given how long you've been with her, Tabra. You should have known him that long. Do you often disagree with him?” Kalboza asked a question. Tabra was offended when she heard that.

Automatic does not answer, just reply with his words, “Follow me to the captain, do not ask anything.”

Kalboza did not have much behavior, he after stating his agreement. The two of them went on a walk to the cabin where Captain Akma Jaya was resting.

It's only been two hours. The captain's break just started two hours ago. Gosh, that's why Tabra invited Kalboza to come with him as a shield to protect himself and took the initiative to blame Kalboza.

Black Goat in Indonesian idiom. The two of them stood at the side of the door wanting to knock on him. This is Preparation Towards the Planning Level. The beginning of where the strategy will be discussed.