The Black Pirates

CH. 14 – A Father's Cruise To Trench Continent Prosper To Find A Physician

Akma Jaya sighed. In a tight room watched by guards. Some of the kidnappers were thrown in jail. Except for the perpetrator responsible for all this, as the person who heads the group.

Boss Kidnapper. He was severely punished, made a slave. Akma Jaya has just experienced what happened to her. A few minutes ago, now Akma Jaya decided to go home.

The incident caused bruises, lash marks. In another thing from the former, there was something else, he felt dizzy and his body felt shivering.

Akma Jaya walked slowly, trying to strengthen her footing. The road around ternampak deserted. The wind was wafting, her hair was swinging slightly.

At the previous moment, Captain Lasha did not feel worried about the condition of Akma Jaya, an old pirate captain thought his son had gotten used to the wound, he let his son walk home alone, unaccompanied and ignored by him.

Akma Jaya continues to walk along the coast. Coconut trees filled the view, the leaves were waving to the touch of the wind, the scorching sun on the surface of the horizon was slightly felt.

Arriving home, Haima stood majestically in the doorway. From a distance, he saw Akma Jaya coming. Haima smiled sweetly waiting for the arrival of her son.

When he was close to her, a glimpse of bruises. Suddenly, a loving mother shuts her mouth, disbelief fills her mind. I can't believe what's on the view.

The woman approached—run. In the courtyard of the house, a huge tree loomed with dense leaves covering the sunlight. Under the shade of the tree, Haima hugged her child, also slowly rubbed the hair of the person being hugged.

From before, it turned out that a mother's vision was not wrong. What he did not believe, was plastered close and clear.

“Akmaaa .. What's the matter exactly? Why is your body so bruised like this?” asked Haima releasing a hug, looking at her heartily. He touched his son's cheek again, then went down to his shoulder, continuing to hold his hand.

Akma Jaya smiled, shaking her head. “That's not why, mom. It's just a small wound, don't worry about it.” Akma Jaya tried to calm her mother's feelings. Haima wiped her now glistening eyes as if she was about to spill.

The tears of a mother cannot be stopped. The clouds seemed to be trembling down, the earth blowing in the wind, raining down on the bitter feeling. Akma Jaya wiped her mother's tear-filled face. He smiled, releasing a hand.

Haima also wiped her eyes slowly, looked up slightly, holding back the tears that had been spilled. The wind blows. Seemed in the quiet surroundings, there were only them. Coconut leaves back waving.

Slowly, Haima smiled as she invited Akma Jaya into the house. In the neatly arranged room, she treated Akma Jaya's wounds, her affection deeply embedded, even tears spilled all over her cheeks. Haima thinks her son is still a child, should not get hurt.

Akma Jaya is fifteen years old. In the eyes of a mother, different from the eyes of a father. Captain Lasha did not think so, precisely now is the age that must be trained with injuries. Far from the view of conscience, there is likely something hidden from feeling.

Repeatedly, tears flowed like a drizzling rain, Haima asked for a story about everything, what happened and why it happened, Akma Jaya tried to smile and tell her the new events that happened to her.

Haima hugged back. His eyes were light, he was slow. “Mother, don't cry. I'm fine.” Akma Jaya smiled again, trying to calm the feelings of a mother who had given her treatment.

Haima emitted a soft light. In both his eyes sebap—cries restrained. “Iya, Akma. Mom doesn't cry, mom just feels sad imagining you brought them, whereas mom always wants to be with you, doesn't want to lose you.” Both of his hands wiped away the tears. Smiling and glittering.

While lying down, Akma Jaya stared in silence. After the treatment, Haima brought her face closer, stroked a little, then kissed her child's forehead.

“Akma ... rest. May you recover soon.” Haima smiled. With a hoarse voice, he buried the blanket for his son. Outside the house, the wind was blowing, going into the window.

Akma Jaya nodded softly, she rested in order to relieve the agonizing pain. The age of the small speaker was unable to withstand the loss.

He was damning everything, trying to close his eyes, refusing to show complaints. More importantly, he was worried about a mother staring in tears.

Haima moved out of the room, while walking she still had time to look at her son who had been closed.

***

Day after day passed, Akma Jaya never showed healing. Haima increasingly raged bitterly, ponder, agitated, worried, sad face staring down tears. He continued to be at Akma Jaya's place. It changed nights, all day. Angan stretches behind the wind until it is blown to the peak of causality.

O perfect substance

There is nothing more comfortable

Heal Akma Jaya

Heal himself

Devastating reflection, crying falling. Haima chanted a prayer-clad verse. The series of stanzas enveloped nestapa, arranged in such a way. On a silent night, studded with stars, the verses echoed.

It all started with a lash that happened a few years ago. Akma Jaya lay with increasingly weakened conditions. Behind it all, it was unknown what disease had befallen him.

Haima continued to accompany and embrace with affection that radiated like the sun shining on the earth. Flowers bloomed in the morning, the feeling of Haima withering and powerless staring into other things. He was in joy and kept on praying.

The wind blows, the leaves wave the roar of the dry season. Amidst the scorching sun, Captain Lasha attempts to seek treatment to cure Akma Jaya, but the result is a huge zero.

Captain Lasha had sailed the sea with his men, they sailed to various parts of the island and the entire continent of Maura Hiba. Almost all the famous healers and all the corners have been traced.

They went on a voyage that took day and night, only to find a healer who could cure Akma Jaya's disease, but not a single healer managed to cure it.

The wind was blowing, Captain Lasha was silent on the shore, staring at the ocean with sadness. He almost gave up on the cry of his wife who showed him every day. The feeling of raging full of pain. Captain Lasha kept struggling about the matters of the physician.

Thinking and thinking until he felt a seven-round dizziness, thinking about it for days. Under the scorching sun, inside a room, one of his men came to face, saluting.

The man mentioned that there was a healer, he was recognized by many people for his healing technique which is quite efficacious. The healer was in the first continent, namely the Prosperous Trench Continent.

After hearing that, Captain Lasha was not long-winded, she summoned the entire crew of the ship, telling them to prepare to set sail for the continent.

Wind blows, coconut leaves wave. On the surface of the horizon were filled with white clouds.

Before leaving, Captain Lasha met Haima who was in Akma Jaya's room. He still holds it.

Captain Lasha approached, he gently stroked his wife's two shoulders, speaking in a soft voice without being rude, “Haima, I promise I will find a treatment that will cure Akma Jaya.” From behind his wife, he looked at his lying son.

Somehow the feeling of an old pirate captain, the feeling of a father as if melted into a vessel, penetrated into the soul. He didn't seem to be upset, hugging his wife, reconciling the atmosphere.

However, since Akma Jaya was sick, Haima never spoke other than the verse he recited, the last time he spoke was that day, when treating the scars of lashings. That was the last time, he spoke with tears.

The tide of the sea, time passed, turning through the day changed night, almost a year passed. Akma Jaya was still lying weak, her eyes closed. In other circumstances he did not move, did not open his eyes like a dead man. As of now, Haima was still accompanying him.

Meanwhile, news of the physician was just heard, a healer who has a healing technique. The length of time passed leaving gloomy nights, hoping and continuing to hope.

Captain Lasha set off on a large ship, carrying a large crew. His men moreover, the ship seemed to be crowded loaded by all of them.

A father's love is like being poured into his heart. The sheen of the sky from the sunlight and the clouds seemed clear, the blue stretched across the surface of the sky, the gusts of wind, the ocean slightly choppy.

All that he did, just to heal Akma Jaya and restore the beauty of a sweet smile on Haima's face.

Complete supplies are loaded into the ship. The reason is simple, the cruise they took was quite far away. Not just islands and seas, but ocean and continental voyages.

From their place, namely Muara Ujung Alsa Village located in the Maura Hiba Continent, it was at the end of the continent, they had to go through the entirety of the Maura Hiba Continent which took almost about three days.

After that, they will live in the expanse of empty, also silent, where violence sometimes occurs, in the ocean of Albamia. The seconds of the sailing ship were filled with mystical air. Peaceful wind gust.

Taking a cruise through the vast expanse of the Albamia ocean took almost five days, a voyage far enough and Captain Lasha did not want to stop by, for him it would only take a lot of time.

That was the reason why they brought a lot of supplies, a long voyage, even taken using a mystical intermediary to quickly arrive.

Now that their ship was departing, wading through the sea so terrible, but far from expected, their voyage was calm, it was because of the authority of Captain Lasha, he was so respected by other groups of Pirates.

The ship, which bore the hallmark of a skull and a red flag, was well known to the people, that it signified bloodshed and anyone who was impartial would sink into the bottomless sea.

Their ship continued to sail, a gust of wind blew the ship, heirlooms in the hand ruled the wind, Captain Lasha clinging to the sky, looking up at the white clouds.

***

Time passed, they had left the Maura Hiba continent and now their ship entered the ocean of Albamia.

In the middle of the voyage, entering the ocean of Albamia, suddenly in front of them was a wisp of dark clouds with a gust of strong wind, the wind was creating huge waves, clumps of dark clouds covering their view.

Fortunately, the ship carrying Captain Lasha, the entire crew, crew, and all supplies were large enough to be able to face the storm that was sweeping the cruise. At the end of the tribulation felt, anxious murmurs were falling.

Captain Lasha and the rest of the ship's crew went to great lengths to cross the ocean Albamia.

Storms with whirlwinds, waves kept hitting the ship, shaking them, sounds were pounding, not a glimpse of small waves, these big waves were like towering mountains. “Captain!” One of the men called out in the midst of the storm. Sparks of water spilled into the face.

Repeatedly the bow of the ship crashed, the waves in front of it seemed to want to swallow the entire surface of the ship.

They all wiped their faces drenched in sea water, wet clothes, hair and all over their bodies covered in coldness. The rope of the screen was held, the sound of exclamations was repeatedly thrown.

Captain Lasha bit her lips, she growled at their exclamation. “Let's rest, we've been dealing with storms a lot, you should all be able to take a lesson from the previous voyage, even you still dare to show fear in front of me!” He let out a firm remark. Amidst the strong wind, a faint sound was heard. They all gulped.

The entire crew and crew were overwhelmed by the waves, stabilizing the ship, trying to set the sail, and controlling the steering. Captain Lasha was holding each other for a moment. He stared at the waves, then walked slowly to take over the wheel.

“You, take care of the sail, let me drive the ship!” That person heard him, he nodded and ran obeying the orders. Captain Lasha moved with all her might to stabilize the ship. The steering wheel rotates to the right and left. The grip is hard-pointed, the wind is strong, the sail of the ship is bubbling, the cape of Captain Lasha moves following the wind.

The waves hit the ship again, the sea water broke in from the cracks and the ship's blow. Some of the men were ordered by Captain Lasha to draw, some of them on duty, to greet their hands with buckets filled with water.

Then, the water is again dumped into the sea, increasing and reducing, from both as if the increase dominates more than the reduction.

They are overbearing, fatigue is evident, they are constantly, repeatedly doing it, without resting, the sea water continues to enter the cracks of the ship's hurling.

In other circumstances, they seem to lack luck. In the middle of a ship that was shaking. Some of them, some fainted because they could not face the shock. The waves continued to cause seawater to enter the ship, their number being limited in capability.

The entire crew of the ship and the remaining crew members showed anxious expressions.

Meanwhile, Captain Lasha who had been at sea for a long time looked calm, he had a normal expression, did not look anxious, he saw a storm like a grain of water clumping bubbles.

On the other hand, he clasped tightly to his hand, he was reminded of the purpose of the voyage. The anxiety of the pirate captain was raised when he remembered the condition of Akma Jaya.

Basically, they were all equally anxious. Nothing is different, feelings are feelings, whatever the reason. Captain Lasha muttered looking up.

The entire crew was exhausted, Captain Lasha's men were the same, they threw out the sea water that never ran out because the water continued to enter without being prevented.

Captain Lasha clasped his hands back tightly, hoping everything was fine. If the event they are now going through is the same as the incident where they were all stranded on an island, it becomes his concern.

The intended purpose of the voyage, remembered in his thoughts, was only to heal his son, to restore back the smile of his beloved wife.

Captain Lasha looked up, staring at the ferocity of the storm, she wanted to cuss over the sound of the wind.

He picked up the binoculars to look at the state that was in front of him, hoping and continuing to let out hope.

Netra in the binoculars lens stared intently, all over the sweat united sea water, the tiredness of falling like the light of night in the western horizon echoed the nuances of harmony.

The bright spot light showed good news, he smiled as he said, “Hey, all of you. Listen, it's sunny ahead, we have to hang on, hold the screen tight!” Captain Lasha cried out loudly. Showing hands forward, putting binoculars, fixing the position of the hat that is slightly tilted to the touch of the wind.

After hearing it, the entire crew, as well as his men, looked delighted. Now, they keep trying with energy exhaustion. Facing a storm that is raging ferociously.

The ship pierced the waves. Passed and passed all that. In the end, they can breathe a sigh of relief.

The large ship, bearing a skull with a red flag that was free from the storm, survived without the slightest defect in its parts.

Now, they waded through the ocean feeling calm, cheering. Everyone on the ship looked exhausted and they had a glass of water, and Captain Lasha, she was the same.

Captain Lasha did not show a rogue attitude, deep down in her heart held a feeling that was difficult for her to explain. A gust of wind blew.

In the surrounding area, the plains appear to be squeezing the ocean. In both slits, left and right. The ship entered the water area, large rocks were visible on both sides. Eve peace envelops the view.

Long enough cruise. In the end they arrived at the continent of the Prosperous Trench, the first continent was on the map, their voyage was almost one-ninth day long, as well as a ferocious storm that added to the time of their voyage.

“Finally, we have arrived,” said one of the crew with a happy facial expression. Also the others, they had all been on a thrilling cruise.

From a distance emblazoned in view, a large pier in the city. Glad look, also big bags enveloped the surrounding place.

The ship is approaching the dock. The atmosphere is crowded with people who are chatting with each other, understated voice.

The ship bearing a skull with a red flag was the center of attention of the people, every blind looked on in fear. What does it mean to be frightened, Captain Lasha got off the ship with a radiated wiggle.

They're all—people who are in the dock gulp. Fear of being nervous. At that time, some of the ship's crew stayed to guard the ship, just making the reason he said so that the ship was not washed away by the current. Also to explain to people.

That's how the crew explained, people listened and nodded. The story of an old pirate captain who wants his son's recovery, wading through the oceans and continents, only to find a healer. The story has become a success for people.

Meanwhile, some of the men scattered around the city, according to the rumor of most people, that the healer was in the city that they are currently in.

Meanwhile, Captain Lasha also seemed to be hurrying, racing against time, he ran in every place, asked here and there, hoping to find information regarding the healer's residence, he said, he left alone with no men by his side.

In every corner of the city, they all scattered and continued to split, the blazing sun was still freshly shining on the earth.

A little sweat was splattered, Captain Lasha did not circulate a glance from anything, he only looked at one goal, nothing else, he continued to search, the gusts of wind in the surroundings were blowing so hard, the streets are lined with people who travel, some are walking, also driving by horse.

The men were busy asking the surrounding population, those who were asked— all shook their heads. No one answered. Captain Lasha also got such a thing as if to give up.

However, the fist again raised hope and purpose, both of which became encouragement that never issued complaints.

***

Late in the evening, the light flushed a little dim on the western horizon. They all gathered at the pier. Silence, there is no one but those who stand under the dimness of the evening.

“Captain, I did not find the healer's residence.”

“I too, Captain.”

The men with sad faces, looking down guilty, Captain Lasha was reluctant to say. He stayed slightly up, staring at the sun on the western horizon.

Of all sorts of voyages during this time, deep expectations showed wide gaping wounds, despairing. Tired and resigned, all that seemed to fill the head. It was uncomfortable.

Shortly after, an old man appeared before them. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Look at it's late, no ship will sail. Go home!” The old man hinted at his hand, then walked out from before them.

One of the men waved a hand— stopped him, the old man approached. The man who had been waving, asked questions about the residence of the physician.

The crew, as well as the crew of the ship, seemed to be listening. Captain Lasha did not give a glance, she was still fixedly staring at the sea that was decorated with evening light.

“Eh, Physician? For what?” The old grandfather gawked for a moment, asking back. The crew members and crew were just as gawking at him, they were waiting for answers, which came out of the old man's mouth another hope, a different purpose and purpose.

The man who asked looked up a little, then looked seriously. “Grandfather, we come from faraway regions, separated islands, oceans, even continents. We came to this continent, just to find a healer. Obviously, the captain's biological child is suffering from a disease that is difficult to know, even many healers have treated it, no results are visible. I got one of the news about the healer, then told the captain, we left from the Maura Hiba continent, more precisely from Muara Ujung Alsa village.”

“According to the rumors, the healer was in this city, but strangely, when we asked about the healer to the surrounding population, many of them shook their heads.” He explained at length. Without even giving the old man a word.

Old grandpa chuckled. “Young man, what language do you speak, you think it's the same language as yours?”

***

Back to the time where they waded the ocean is still within the Maura Hiba continent. Captain Lasha called all the crew, as well as his men to come—face to his room.

At that time, they saw a map plain, where the city of the healer's residence based on rumors, had asked about language, it turns out that one of them had worked there.

From there slowly, language learning begins. In the cabin of the ship, there are shelves filled with piles of paper, neatly arranged. It was all taken, placed, written letter by letter from the language where they were going. It only took two days, important sentences—intentionally written and memorized.

They learn language diligently, the brain seems to work hard in understanding and digesting information.

***

When asked by old grandfather. The man sighed. “Old grandfather, I was talking in front of you, sure. Before coming here, we all learned the language.”

Old grandpa grinned. “Well, you all come with me, I know where the healer's residence you mean.”

Captain Lasha who just looked no spirit. Now he comes up and smiles. “May salvation be plentiful unto you, show us the dwelling of the physician.”

The healer nodded, without a word, he stepped up, hinting at a hand. They all follow. The evening light on the surface of the horizon radiated clearly, the city streets were already quiet. Some residents seemed to be orderly closing windows.

Of the horse vehicles, only a few exist, some are already resting. The light is washing up the ocean. They walk in beautiful shade. Tracing the streets near the pier, unexpected.

***

They arrived at the healer's residence, not far from the pier, the healer's residence visible in view, a simple building like the cottage of a fisherman. The old man snuck in without knocking on the door, without saying his regards.

The crew frowned, the fruits of the head bobbles, they all imagined how impudent the old man's manners were, but on the other hand, they were, more lightly they understood the possibility that he was one of the physician's best friends or karabats. That's what they thought, a moment of silence.

They were all waiting outside, Captain Lasha was staring around, she looked impatient. A few minutes passed, there was no sign of the old man's nose.

Perhaps they had been deceived, one of them was tired of waiting, and his face was upset. Then, push the door, say hello repeatedly, but never get the answer of the owner. He was about to press again, Captain Lasha quickly stopped him.

A few moments passed, the wind was blowing. Under the dim light of the evening, in the place of the physician's residence, they sat patiently waiting.

The previous door seemed to answer the question that was in the head's mind, that the healer did not want to meet them. Prejudice melanglang desire to just leave the residence.

However, Captain Lasha did not give up, she did not leave. The light in the window is clearly visible. The eagles in the sea screeched flying around the clouds mixed with reddish light, a silent atmosphere between them. No talk, the prestige of an old pirate captain was able to silence all mouths.

Shortly after, a thumping sound from inside the house was heard. Suddenly, they held up the head that was originally bowed listlessly because of a long wait.

An old man who had said he wanted to take him to the healer's residence, walked with them. Along the way without speaking until the house slouched in without knocking, without saying a salutation. Long wait, he finally showed a dehem voice.

The old grandfather opened the door, standing at the threshold—smiled. “I'm sorry for having made you guys wait a long time.”

Oh, my God, when I saw all that, the crew, the crew, they all patted the eel, the old grandfather they had met at the dock turned out to be a healer they had been looking for from corner to corner. Almost desperate.

Destiny speaks another, revolving world of beauty. Grey, no. It was like a new mood. The old man stared peacefully.

His appearance changed drastically from the embroidered clothes of white cloth, coiled on the head of a long unravelling turban, even the tone of speech changed. He nodded in reverence, apologizing.

More surprisingly, he was fluent in the language. The men, as well as the crew of the ship gawking. The doctor explained seriously, that he often traveled to all directions, even during his life a lot of learning languages up to 400 languages.

Captain Lasha approached while inviting him to come to Muara Ujung Alsa village, on the Maura Hiba continent.

The healer nodded—agreed. Captain Lasha patted him on the shoulder. They walked under the dim light of the evening, tracing the streets of the city, momentarily turning their heads, staring around the place that seemed silent.

***

Arriving at the dock, the ship perched gracefully. The ship bearing a skull with a red bandera was as if waiting for them. One by one boarding the ship, Captain Lasha still silently looked up towards the horizon.

The cloud particles are getting flushed. Helaan breathed heavily, hoping that Akma Jaya in the bed was fine, also worrying about the state of Haima who was crying incessantly at all times.

The ocean shows light

Bouncing off the horizon

World of the world

Hela is wasting time

Captain Lasha chanted the verse, momentarily gazing at the ocean, looking up towards the horizon. There the cloud clumps that were originally white turned red, mixed with sunlight.

Wind gust is—not tight. The crew and crew, even the healer, were already on board, Captain Lasha standing alone at the dock.

“Captain!” One of them called, hinting at a hand to board the ship and signalling for a cruise. Captain Lasha got up from the daydream, she walked into the ship.

Captain Lasha exclaimed telling his men to stretch the screen.

They all nodded, disobeying orders. Instantly the entire screen is stretched. The large ship with a skull and red flag was sailing on the surface of the sea. At that time, the wind blew—blown peacefully. The atmosphere also looks relieved.

They left the dock. In the middle of the peace of the afternoon light intermittent, angan melanglang—tak felt, the legs walk as if hovering, do not feel being grounded on the earth like empty jumping.

The ship drove away leaving ripples and a bunch of froths. The charm of the city on the continent of the Palung Makmur became the central point of view, all the men and some crew members stared for a moment. The city was called Arlanda. Sakala Pier.