The Black Pirates

CH. 141 – By Eye Line Not the Same

“Kalboza, you look me in the eye!” Tabra voice out, face?—Hah?

“What—apa? Tu–wait, what?” Kalboza doesn't understand. A little stuttering.

“You just look at it!” Tabra insisted on making a sound. His hands were clutching the collar of Kalboza's clothes.

Kinda claustrophobic. Kalboza gulps spit feels slippery. “Look at my eyes!” repeat Tabra.

Akma Jaya only looked at the strangeness of the Tabra's behavior. “The plan is mutlaaak! Did you hear itoo!” He screamed loudly until his voice...

You know, man. His voice was blaring until it filled the entire ship. It's not a joke. To him it was like there was some kind of vibration in his chest. Waves and storms are darkened at all times of the year.

A feeling? It's okay, as absurd as that's the feeling he's feeling now. Piss off!

Don't know why? Kalboza doesn't understand what's going on with the Tabra. Akma Jaya was also the same as Kalboza staring in wonder and full of questions in his mind.

Everyone inside the ship also clearly heard it. Kalpra and Boba who were playing dice stopped. Hambala is cleaning the ship as well. They looked at the source of the voice.

Where the voice came from the captain's cabin. They are both curious. What and why? What the hell's going on?

What the hell's going on? That's the same question for everyone on board.

Aisha runs from kitchen—where she previously cooked. Even Jalbia who was upset to remember the past there, ran towards the cabin of the captain. That's where the sound came from until they all gathered in front of the cabin door. The voices of conversation with each other echoed. There was also a sound by the three people who were in the cabin. Tabra was pleased.

Looking towards Akma Jaya while saying, “That's my plan, Captain. My plan is to gather them with a few words. Simple it.”

Tabra took off Kalboza's collar. Walk in his style. Kalboza can only stare strangely, Akma Jaya is also the same.

“Captain, do you feel Tabra seems to be acting strange.” Kalboza whisper.

“Entai, maybe he's tired.” Akma Jaya shrugged, reluctant to respond.

Tabra had opened the door of the cabin which was filled with people outside. Humping cramming around the place. Akma Jaya and Kalboza are still in there.

Only Tabra alone met the people outside. Their faces all looked curious as to what was going on. What is possible between the two people who have been friends for a long time has just happened a fight or accidentally or why. Still mumbling the questions in everyone's mind.

Boba fat body that swept the crowd. “Tabra, please try to explain to us what's wrong with you why are you making a sound like a chicken stuck between a fence made of bamboo and what's going on that you're yelling so loud so?”

Boba questioned it while dramatizing with the famous classic European songs. A song that even the Author himself likes. Many author friends do not like the classic flow. Music is, rather, nostalgia about the past.

At that time, someone among thousands of people could have hated for no apparent reason, without an adequate definition. Then, my friend doesn't need to feel sorry for me. Suffice it to be a lesson that not everyone has the same mindset, in a different sense. Some are indeed different, there are some that look like dirty cotton. Also washed using a cleanser with fragrant foam. Sometimes the dirt is gone, sometimes not. That's the problem, yes.

Sometimes by writing an author can forget all that. Sometimes also not—saknya feel heavy. Bless the wish in the soul of a slacker.

“We can't hang out here for long and just wait. Look at him laughing above the curiosity of others.” Provocators began to surface themselves.

Some of them looked at each other and spoke out.

“Iya, right! Right!” They were all cheering. Compact squishes the atmosphere inside the ship. Akma Jaya wants to get out of the cabin, but Kalboza stops her.

“Let Tabra take care of him first, Captain. I just want to see how Tabra conquers them in such a face-to-face atmosphere, because he previously had an idea without thinking about what it would look like and what he would receive. He didn't think about it. He should now also be able to carry out his idea without thinking about it. And in line of sight the eyes are not the same.”

“What do you mean?” Akma Jaya asked paying attention to Kalboza's words.

“That's where sometimes a person is tested with his social attitude, Captain. Inequality in different views and mindsets, even from the gaze alone is far different. Moreover, their mindset.”

“Oh the ship's inhabitants, if you want to hear me talk. Shut up and wait for me to explain.”

The sound was loudly splitting the air in the sense that it was continuously into the ear hole.

It's not just the crew trying to calm down. Some comrades in arms are also in a fuss over it.

Jalbia was also there listening to what Tabra was going to say. They were all more precisely so settled. Aswa Daula and others also still listen to a word that has not been said, especially Aisha came running from the kitchen to it, lekas asked— asked Tabra after Boba asked about the previous thing.

Tabra has not explained anything. Aisha urged him to speak quickly. Hambala asked a few questions.

“What happened, Tabra. Would you please explain to us what happened? So that among all of us there is no misunderstanding.” So said Hambala.

Following Glosia, Jalbia only listened. Aisha who asked harder. There is only their behavior and their ridiculousness. It was purely because of the author's ignorant hand that typed unfiltered, if you want to blame just the Author.

“I have a suggestion we do not need to join together with them. That's just bullshit.” One of the crew said as if he was a wise man.

Another chimed in, compact away. “Yes, you're right. We better get out of here, there's no point in hanging out with them, it's just Tabra's weird behavior and no job. A lot of behavioural unemployment. He said something long-winded and a lie deliberately exaggerated.”

The voice was clearly whispering. How dare they show their voices. And slowly move away, deciding to move on to their work. But it was suppressed by Ashraq. “Where are you going?”

Ashraq's burly muscles are able to make them silenced and forced to go back there again. Ashraq is also underworked.

Although some have also passed from Ashraq's watching vision.

There are still a lot of people left there. Waiting and urging Tabra. I don't know why Tabra's feeling suddenly happy, is not a mess. He climbed to the top of the box and made himself taller than anyone and that was where he prepared to say out loud, momentarily making people seem speechless from the beginning of the commotion filled with the sound of asking and asking.

“Hai, all ship residents. You're pressing me with something I can't say quickly. It's free and you still urge me to say it and what do you want?”

“How is it possible that someone is urged to say something that is not his will. You can't urge me to say it, only I'm here to talk and as I like to say it or not. But, ONE THING for sure I will say.. FOR SURE I will tell you all in a slow way! One. for the sake of. one. BE PATIENT until I finish chanting some verses.”

Tabra looks from the right, left, face and back like a poet style that strengthens the voice, looks at them all, confident. One verse to the verse is chanted with a lively voice.

If only flowers could be picked

If space can rise

Hi, inhabitants of the world

A creature with two eyes

World mediator

Exploding decade!

If the fire can be held

If the sword can be seen

Where is your heart

Your heart hardened like a rock

I don't know what all that means. The verse was able to make Tabra cut through the pain that he felt and make it like floating in the sky, crawling on the wall and seeing them all like swaying grass, that is.