The Black Pirates

CH. 148 – This Morning, We Tell A Story

Stories about the past, again. Again and again.

This story will not be long, just a glimpse of the story that may be made as short as possible which will also not be imagined with the mindset of instant noodles. Uh, no longer about this, it might as well be made long, along the river that connects to the sea. Not playing, man.

Upps.misputation. It's nothing—meaning. Not friends.

It's just an old story when he and he were together. Now one of them is gone.

Go not to come back. Go to a place that is alien to living creatures. Not part with the hope that one day will meet or separate far between the island and the country. Not that, but this parted between worlds and forever that self would no longer be able to talk, meet or even shake hands. He was silent in a coffin.

As concise as this story is made one of them is lifeless and of course his nose does not exhale. That self is lying in a burrow. His position and power during the world after flying with his robe of pride that fell on the high seas. The blaze on the ship and the sinking of the ship in the Farida sea left a mark of memory in those days.

The rusty sword of Captain Lasha. Captain Zaiya said softly, “I'm happy, Lasha. When you kill me, the title of worldliness has completely disappeared to me and after this I will not be burdened with laws and worldly affairs that make me like a hungry dog. My world is over today.”.

Captain Lasha uprooted the blood-soaked war. Captain Zaiya after exhaling his last breath. The Battle of Farida Sea. The beginning of the originator of the power of the new order begins. In that instant, the heartbreak churned erratically. Since then, Captain Lasha was touched by a word that made him become obedient and repent, conscious little by little.

Hours of Aswa Daula there telling stories about the past and about Captain Zaiya who ended up being a story in every spare time, they always were.

In stressful moments. One interrupts the story, “You joke such a story sounds boring.” He felt dissatisfied, Aswa Daula's story was bland and there was no impression of anything.

He said so, it seems this is indeed the author's own fault that can not write. Others justify it, the story has no emotion.

They could not sense how the story could be captured and translated into their minds. An instant mindset that likes a light story.

Aswa Daula. He admitted that he was not good at storytelling, like this Author. Is correct. He is not good at storytelling, just writing to fill free time, even though trying as much as possible.

“This is what you heard from me, about my story and Captain Zaiya who all I can't explain how you mean. I remember you guys just wanting to listen to my story? Why do you interrupt when I'm telling you a story and saying it's boring?” Aswa Daula said by looking at the three of them.

One of them said he meant to explain, “Yes, about that before we really wanted to listen to your story and we also asked you to tell a story. But, if your story is even boring like that. We were not interested in hearing it and it was completely different from anything we had ever heard. It seems like Aswa, you do not have the talent to tell stories, even for your own life. That's what makes your story uninteresting when we hear it.”

Aswa Daula just laughed softly. Then continued saying, “Ceritaku and captain Zaiya this seems to be boring if I tell it myself. I can't describe how all the events I've experienced you can feel. When I mention the river, it's not like a picture you can see or a real event that you can see and see with your eyes. I have no talent for storytelling. However, this story I can guarantee the authenticity and purity of my own life story and the story of Captain Zaiya I have also examined in more detail where the place happened.”

The three of them listened intently, feeling it was like an omen Aswa Daula had already mentally exposed and uttered her weakness in front of them. The three people were now just silently listening and the person who had said just any words earlier apologized and he just wanted to be frank, in his heart there was no intention of offending Aswa Daula.

Before long one spoke, “I was just astonished. Why doesn't Captain Zaiya have charisma, when you tell me did you accidentally cut off the fun part?”

Aswa Daula was trying to understand that. The fun part is what that guy meant. He clearly doesn't understand.

One thought to clockwise, now finding the point. The fun part is sometimes made up by irresponsible people. But, in fact Captain Zaiya actually does have charisma, only Aswa Daula realizes that he has no talent in telling stories how charisma is highly respected by people. How to describe charisma, do not know how to describe it. At that time there was not much he knew.

Aswa Daula started to explain, “About the exciting part you mean, it was probably a fight between Captain Lasha and Captain Zaiya, back then I didn't see it in person, either, I was just on the beach waiting and waiting for the return of captain Zaiya and my father from the war. But, apparently there was no news after that long time passed by heard news with stories that I heard various, other mouth another story. There is also a story that I told earlier it all comes from people who can be trusted.”

“You asked me to tell you the story between me and Captain Zaiya. To me he's a captain who doesn't see how the world exists. How people look at themselves. He never cared about it. All he cared about was the business interests and fulfilling what he was working on.”

Such was the old story that Aswa Daula told them. However, their response still calls it a boring story. Maybe what they mean is the Aswa Daula style of storytelling that is indeed boring.

One of them spoke again, “Your story is boring, Aswa. It seems true that you have no talent for storytelling. Another case like Tabra, he told me about the story, dramatic wuishh, even goosebumps, when we heard it.”.

Started again. Aswa Daula just laughed. “You know, this is how I do not need a mask to tell all things exciting. This morning, we told a story. For me this is a togetherness that in the future does not need to need such boring material, it will even damage our togetherness, we better discuss other things only.”

Yeah, this morning we were telling you, about what doesn't seem to need to be discussed. Aswa Daula was now just stunned staring at the ocean. At that time the memory that after the first Captain Zaiya comforted him on the beach with an eagle flying in the blue sky.

“True, too, this morning, we listened to a story from Aswa Daula. This morning, she told me about the past.”

“Not me telling the story, but we.”

“This morning, we tell you.”