The Black Pirates

CH. 140 – Plan it Absolutely

What, yeah. There's nothing. Tired too, just stop it. Ah, nevermind. You're still like you used to grumble like that.

“Do you have no mind load, Kalpra?” Boba asked. Don't forget they are playing craps now.

Kalpra. “No.”

Boba throws dice. “Your face was indeed from a long time ago noticed like that, I always guess you a lot of problems.”

Kalpra laughs. “That's just your guess.”

Now it's Kalpra's turn. He threw the dice as quickly as possible to distract. Boba understands.

“Do not hide it from me, Kalpra. Each of us must have a problem, only you're pretty good at hiding it.” Boba tried to find out more info, a little spice was inserted for fishing.

Unfortunately it's still the same. Even Kalpra was laughing. “Boba, you accuse me, it's not good for your fat body that lacks exercise.”

Kalpra again mocked Boba's fat body like a rubber ball on the corner of the deck of the ship there. Both of Boba's cheeks seemed to bubble round oval when he heard the absurd joke.

Laughing at the lack of others?—Basic, what kind of friend is this. Weirdo?

Boba was used to it. But, it does not feel good to keep saying that, actually Boba still questions whether Kalpra understands or not about what the meaning of the friend is like? Yeah, I don't know. A true friend who says he can always understand his friend's feelings? What kind of feelings are those? Far away, Boba did not end up thinking about the Kalpra who wanted to joke, but not funny.

“I don't like that saying. You're the same, Kalpra. You are the one who often accuses me of things that are not-no and I do not like it.”

Boba continued to talk, “After our strange talk, we immediately stop the endless debate before widening. You start not cool by mentioning the advantages I have.”

What advantages does Boba mean? The advantage is his fat body. That's the overload he said.

Kalpra swallows his cool words in speaking always connect, but not with this. He always does that. A little rebuttal by him, not much.

“Who am I cool, you're getting funny, Boba. You're the one who doesn't know me. How I've been behaving all this time. You're just pretending to know me.” Kalpra after throwing the dice, just left to overwrite the numbers and their fate continues to argue.

Boba obviously does not like his body called fat. He prefers to be called unbiased, it is more comfortable to hear and indeed his body is full of fatty meat chewy to the touch and contains—not fat.

That is Boba's argument in self-defense. He has often said: not fat, just filled. That's all for Kalpra even more funny, he was spinning.

“Forget it. Now it's my turn to roll the dice.” Boba's mood went bad because he heard Kalpra's laughter.

Boba had been wrong in choosing a fellow classmate, the Kalpra was indeed from the beginning his habit of like to make Boba as a joke. But, the laugh is not funny, just like Boba.

The dice game continues to be filled with hot spices and continues, not yet known who the winner? From there, Boba was more eager to prove. To retaliate and ridicule that annoying Kalpra with a victory of his.

“Hah—tired.” Complaints of one of the cleaners of the ship, Hambala.

From a distance he had dariitadi seen the behavior of two people playing dice, but raving at each other.

Hambala tried to approach them, near where he mendehem. “You seem to be in a storm, what do you think you are making a fuss?”

The two people who were sitting looked at him. Of course their discussions stopped.

“Hambala,” Boba start greeting first. “It looks like you just saw a debate between us and you were curious to get to us.”

Kalpra said, “Angka two divided by two, Hambala. Do you understand?”

“Continue one divided one.”

“Kalpre, you are-just there.” Hambala shook his head, not asked by him.

“That's nothing we fuss about. It's just about the usual problem, is that right, Boba?” Kalpra turned his gaze, smilingly looking towards Boba who was sitting quietly.

“Yeah, I don't like to admit it.” Boba says what it is.

They are lazy to admit it.

Hambala seemed to understand and was not interested in hearing their words. Yes, it was better for him to feed the chicks, he said. “Rather than continue to fuss so, my suggestion is better you two help me clean the ship.”

Still the name is noisier, yes noisily. Don't look for justification—batin Hambala says they're noisier.

Hambala chose to leave with a song. Leaving those two people who disagreed with the suggestion.

“You agree with him?”

“Typeak! We just go on craps!”

“Hahaha..”.

“Tos first.”

“Okeee..”.

The two of them tos each other, continuing the dice. Hambala looked at it a little, muttering. “They are exactly the same strange in behavior, once upon a time it was easy to argue. Still they are compact in making choices and compact equally slackers.”

***

Idlers like the Author who wrote this story. Good-natured friends tell this story bluntly without lies like a broken tape that doesn't want to be heard, call it an absurd word what is difficult? And no need to guess the storyline because behind all this a lazy author is imagining his condition.

Sitting down. Apart, closed. Tired and surprised. Goddamned. Eh?

Salah— means not so, this is just an absurd story. About the King Hurmosa who was mentioned in the previous chapter has a white beard because of an illness suffered by him. Despite his promise three years ago, my friend. Her hair was gray, but she was still young. That was also the reason why he had no other choice, other than to cooperate with them.

“He's an old man!” whiskey Tabra.

“Nake it, I'm still young!” King Hurmosa heard and answered. That was the beginning of their meeting, it did sound funny but fun. Funny and happy.

Heh? You kidding? No, I was being serious, also joking between the horse and the emptied dining room.

“How can our cooperation be firmly established? This is a promise between the sea and the ocean. Between the throne and the palace!” King Hurmosa made a promise, quoting the word wound.

Here's saying. “The injuries and grudges left behind will result in deep heartache. Then what about you. What are you going to do about the man who tied the knot with me.”

There are still long words of that promise. Glossia whisper to Jalbia, “Heh, Jalbia. You see that, he's weird!”

Jalbia also whispered, “Rather than here we better get to the ship, eat chips.”

Now they walk away. Boba looked at the two of them, quite gesturing. “Where to?”

Jalbia and Glosia returned signals pointing to the ship. Eating chips. Boba saw the gesture become interested and eventually followed them, others knew it seemed to let it go. Ashraq smiled looking at them. There were only the three of them, he muttered in his heart.

The three friends laughed cheerfully, feeling that they had managed to leave without being discovered. Glosia patted Boba, he said maybe because Boba's body fat like a shield, which makes people there can not see their departure alias do not know. And who doesn't know? More precisely just pretend or do not care they exist or do not exist.

That day, my friend, the Black Pirates, was involved in their cooperation and agreement. Working together with a bundle of promise between the handshakes of King Hurmosa and Akma Jaya.

And the rest became spectators at the bay, listening, watching a covenant spoken by two men.

The finding of Jaraya's loot crate with the agreement was absolute. They finally finished working together.

Working together for what? To rule the world. Salah—salah again. It means to avenge the magic of the ancient witch.

In the hand of Akma Jaya there is a ring that if put in water. That the water drunk will be the antidote.

So absurd. It's just fiction. If the author wants there could be a giant octopus eating a ship and people into another dimension. Whoa, kali.

“Among my agreements and we are unlikely to be erased by blood. It involves my life and death as a king, throne and palace.”

“Can he lie.” Tabra whispers.

Aisha. “Utttss.. silence you!”

Also the same, whispered and the others heard that and saw Tabra getting pinched, only able to hold back the laughter. Tabra also can only mutter-mangut resigned the same circumstances, exposed to pinch Aisha it feels makes him unable to wart.

***

Inside the cabin the three of them seemed to be still discussing one unsolved problem. Yeah, solved. Like an egg that hasn't been broken down, doubt it or why? Redound.

“Captain, don't daydream.” Tabra reminded, Author's voice was also noisy.

The clump of hand in Kalboza's mouth was also removed by him. Tabra did not have the heart of his people to see Kalboza in a state of pain holding shortness of breath, stuffy.

“Ah, the relief I can breathe back.” Kalboza muttered after that.

This Tabra is a little outrageous stuffing my mouth carelessly. Kalboza muttered in his heart.

What eyes did Tabra look at? You want to fight with me? Kalboza shook his head and decided to turn his face.

Regardless, thank goodness. Kalboza became free to breathe, pity him too. Tabra is outrageous, lack of work like him. But, there was still a sense of pity towards the person he was gagging his mouth with.

“You don't need to worry, Tabra. The Hurmosa king still holds a promise with us. Today we did a cruise through the enemy base only to meet him across the island.”

King Hurmosa. Yes, at that time the king found a loot chest of Jaraya's group. They met when they agreed to exchange a deal. And now is the time for that agreement to be fulfilled.

Where Akma Jaya now has a ring from the mountain they once climbed. Of different dimensions given by the mayor. How was the mayor's face. Yeah, quite a happy laugh giving her a magic ring.

As a hand for memories. Until Akma Jaya thank you then returned to the sky of the world and met his men who were busy facing the Bear. Thrilling moments, those are memories.

So the story is mentioned. Stories about the past and present combined on one occasion.

Tabra loomed in the air. “If only you received my thoughts, Captain. It could have been just a trap.” He said with various other accusations, calling the word hypocritical and deceitful which is heretical and not worth believing.

“Traps? Or that trickery is impossible, Tabra. I still remember a king's promise was the honor of the throne and the palace. If he breaks his promise. Of course his position as king, his kingdom will not stand for long, that is the absolute punishment of nature. A long note about the old history described by Asra Burona is still until now I remember when we were in their village at that time, during the meeting of the seven leaders of the peace cycle.”

Akma Jaya returns a flashback to a past story, about Asra Burona. What the hell is that? Tabra remembered it quite shook her head and looked for justification.

“It could have been just a lie.” Tabra again railed a little, without guilt, she could not resist hearing the name Asra Burona. The one he doesn't like.

Akma Jaya smiled a little to laugh. “You still seem to doubt Asra Burona? That's only natural, maybe because of the letter that mentioned your name at that time.”

“Who said I doubt it? He is indeed an unbelievable person!” Tabra said. With a handful of hands, a pouting face, no likes.

“Blood!” Tabra stood shaking her clothes. But back to sitting.

Kalboza stretched out his arms so that they could relax in speech. Tabra's words were also heard uncomfortably.

“Quiet,” persuade him gallantly.

“We think about what we should do next? Don't argue,” argue it dashingly too.

Tabra was silent according, there was no other choice. He continued to eat the beans in front of him. Akma Jaya looked out the cabin window. The view of the ocean is still entirely blue, their ship is sailing on the high seas and far from the mainland.

Akma Jaya looked back at Kalboza. Seeing that Kalboza seemed to understand his meaning, like asking for a word to continue.

Kalboza further solidifies the sound, “If it is a trap, we must prepare everything that happens. Tabra could be right, Captain. In desperation, a person can renege on his promise with a new promise he says with someone else, a new deal. A greater reward than ours. During this time we just continue to run and run, gradually we will also only die in the ocean or die in foreign areas that we now visit. Escape like this is infuriating, not in the dictionary of my mind, Captain. This is more in a direction that does not make sense to me, if we want to attack back we can prepare everything that will happen.” Kalboza. He's like possessed by an supernatural spirit.

Moments before, Tabra was caring and tired enough to stuff the mouth of a talkative Kalboza, a wise-ass is her habit and finally let her talk all the time.

Result is. Akma Jaya knows it well. “Alright, Kalboza. It's weird for me, but a thing that's leaning towards serious discussion between us right now, I believe this will meet its meeting point.”

“According meeting point.”

Akma Jaya clumped a knotty smile towards him. Tabra began to feel a taste with the rhythm of the deg-degan like there was a loud bang ringing in his heart, like being in the duel hall with a sound that was taboo followed by the cheers of the audience. Watching the residents cheering eagerly awaits who will win in the duel.

Tabra has an idea. “We collect all the crew and we invite them to consult together.”

Kalboza for a moment sipped drinking water. “That seems good, I also agree with what Tabra said, Captain.”

“This talk of us seems too fast. Are you aware that the rush is not good. Make an announcement first to them, after that just gathered here.”

“This is not a hurry, Captain. For me, it's a no-rush thing.” Tabra started his chatter, getting longer.

“Do you want to be framed by the enemy? We better prepare for everything that will happen, it is also not a rushed matter. Announcement as well as notification, we just combine.”

Tabra seems to have misunderstood Akma Jaya. Their voyage was still a long time to get there. He's so annoying sometimes. Kalboza just listen and mangut-mangut agree.

“The plan is absolute, Captain!” Tabra emphasized the voice, staring steadily.