The Black Pirates

CH. 139 – Start Planning

Tabra was holding her hand. Preparing to knock on the door, Kalboza stopped him.

“I'd better knock on the door.” Kalboza volunteered.

Hearing this, I don't know what this Kalboza means. Tabra did not think why Kalboza wanted to knock him.

“I'm it.” Tabra replied short, just two words—aku me—pun Kalboza said the same, compact they both scramble just want to knock.

Tabra asked him why? Kalboza just laughed softly. “Now, I just have a feeling you're going to blame me for all this and you better blame me for what I did, not even make up something I didn't do. That's the same as lying.”

Kalboza brings out what is in his head, his mind. I don't know, he doesn't want to care that way he said.

Either he who can't swim in his own mind or he's just saying it, telling the truth.

“Alright, actually that's why I invited you. Indeed, I just want to blame you. Now, you're the one who knocked on the door and once you figure this out, your gut feeling is not wrong and true. Would you consider yourself to stay away from the charges, to go from the place where we are currently standing?”

Tabras. Tabras. You're busiest with all your babbling and don't think about how your opponent is feeling.

Although Kalboza did not take it seriously, hearing it was enough to make him swallow bitter saliva. Yeah, being blamed for a mistake he didn't make was something that hurt him a lot.

Being made a scapegoat for no apparent reason enough to feel himself unable to explain with vocabulary how sick it is to have a friend of an accuser and certainly a traitor.

“You are really weird, questioning such a thing that makes me feel like vomiting. Men like me have been blamed a lot, many people have said with their thoughts. But I didn't take it seriously, I never even thought about it. What I do is what I believe, what people say is a lie, it does not add to my ugliness. As the burning agarwood increasingly spread the fragrant smell, such was the belief that I had studied in Daura Village.”

Kalboza storytelling is jawed and plumping. Tabra peeked at it when she heard it, it was like the tone of a verse she had heard. The tone of the verse is heart-shaking, calming the soul when the body is unable to dampen it.

“You have a wise teacher, Kalboza. That's the reason why you've hitherto harmed her quite the same way as them, sage.”

Tabra tries to diversify the topic and tries to entertain with her vocabulary. Providing a direction of conversation that may be endless, not much of it is described.

Kalboza takes offense when someone says it wise. Truly, it is very bad for him who says this. Wisdom is not judged by a word. Because the word can be just a mask full of lies.

The action he had believed in was wisdom. With that, a word that corresponds to action can be said to be wise. Kalboza felt contemptible, feeling unworthy to be called that. It has always felt very strange with the events of confinement over him by so many great masters. Kalboza was put in prison on unsubstantiated grounds. How he survived, only seconds to seconds hoping that the ground would sink him to the bottom. There's nothing to worry about.

Nothing to cry about. Kalboza has been removed from the list of disciples. He was thrown out and put in jail. That is the dark time of an ungodly disciple, a word spread in some people calling Kalboza an ungodly disciple.

“You know. People like me are not wise, talk more than act. Sometimes my words don't match my behavior and actions. By the word wise does not mean I am a wise man, I just want to entertain myself with a word that can calm my mind. That's all for me it's been such a fun thing. You could say I'm a conscious liar who unconsciously has dared to play the word to the word.”

Kalboza explained a little about himself. Tabra listened to the words feeling pity and quite understanding.

“Heh, stop. You're a knight who likes to disguise. The more we talk, the more I know you're not a wise man who can't put things where they deserve to be. Like you often put a towel cloth on the mattress.”

Their conversation began to change. Turning towards Tabra's mouthful and unpleasant to hear. For a long time they talked until unconsciously standing there like a person facing a flag full of doubt between wanting to go to war or not. They finally stopped talking after Tabra said a lot of crisp jokes.

Tabra had allowed Kalboza to knock on the door and said he did not want to blame her. Kalboza decided to knock on the door. That was how their absurd talk ended.

Inside the room Akma Jaya was staring at an old letter written by Captain Broboros. With a small lantern the eyes focused on looking at it, the room where the letter was looking at was quite dark, only illuminated by a small lantern whose light seemed dim, not too bright.

What to say to my friend. Rice after being porridge, porridge, they were all Black Pirate groups that had become fugitives for pirates and until now continued to sail wherever the direction of the waves and the direction of the wind led them to escape and search for the meaning of life so far it is still hanging, watching and making them feel worried between following or ending everything by surrendering or continuing to sail or die at the end of a continent that is not human.

***

“Captain, are you sleeping?” Tabra called out, a little shouting. Kalboza is still knocking. Count twice and then the door opened.

“Why don't you guys just open the door. No need to worry about me.” Akma Jaya said it after looking at them.

There's a lot of talk there. Not written to shorten vocabulary. Akma Jaya laughed quite a bit at their silly behavior. The crew and their best friend.

Let's go in and be frankly happy. For Kalboza and Tabra the attitude was quite pleasant, unlike most captains out there.

Captain Riyuta, for example. That's a past story if told also seems unimportant, yes. Let's just move on.

“So, how are our plans, Captain?” Tabra raised her voice, starting the topic with a little opening the jar of peanuts.

“What plan?” Akma Jaya scratched her head and took off her hat. Pretending not to understand and showing stupidity.

Tabra and Kalboza looked at each other, about to laugh. “How is it, Captain. It turns out you have no plan at all. Isn't that the enemy's headquarters?”

Kalboza elbowed Tabra's arm. “Seettss.. Don't be presumptuous, let me just. You're talking like the wind, too strong.”

Tabra glared when she heard it and handed the matter to Kalboza. Alright—you seem smartass. Tabra felt furious on her own, but that's okay.

He was already natural with a sudden sense of annoyance coming uninvited.

Akma Jaya Daritadi just twirled the compass and Kalboza felt Tabra could understand him, then let out a sound. “The plan is important, Captain. I want to put forward some plans that we can manage from now on, slowly but surely. How many machines are firing, Captain. We have a lot. Same thing, cannons, bows and swords. Our ship does not lack weapons, but lacks people who are less skilled at using them. This ship has also been equipped with a mystical aura that was assisted by Adfain. Our ship can sail faster than anyone and we continue to run away without direction and destination. They keep looking for us. Would it be better if we just emerged as criminals who are very criminals, we admit guilt and most importantly we do something that we are guilty of must be prosecuted and tried.”

“Then is your plan?” Akma Jaya asked, she was quite listening.

Akma Jaya interrupted slightly. Kalboza seemed to be in a hurry and Tabra gagged Kalboza's mouth, it was a plan to kill themselves.

“I think your plan is too naive, Kalboza.”

Kalboza was still not finished talking, Tabra had mishandled his mouth. Making Akma Jaya misunderstood and pensive in thinking about it. Tabra tried to meditate on other solutions, but all of that was not listened to by Akma Jaya who was now silent contemplating.

The black-robed captain had also estimated everything. Will be the crew, the men and also himself. He just kept training to stay calm and live things patiently. As a sailor who has now become desperate in sailing the seas, it has long been.

Captain Atlana was tired of waiting and waiting. Is it time they showed up and stopped from hiding. Is it time for the punishment of the sea?

I don't know, the captain is considering things that seem like he can't think any clearer about the development of their group.

From time to time and later. For the schedule to be attended by laughter or crying. For the event to be represented by the king of Hurmosa. His Majesty searched a bay and found a loot chest from the Jaraya group. How the storyline will be it can feel winding.

I don't know, again and again I don't know.