The Black Pirates

CH. 150 – Two Different Versions

Kalboza is winding around enjoying himself on the screen, his muscles expand deflated. He's training up there. His sweat that morning looked like a cat that had fallen into a river. Might as well.

But to him it is not like that. What was written like a cat that was thrown into a river? Uh, wrong call. Again and again it's wrong to mention the word.

More precisely, the breeze after blowing relieves fatigue and of course his sweat in the morning was carried away in a murmur that did not want to be called.

Kala and kala cool atmosphere in the sea that morning can accompany the soul and his feelings about the longing that had once stood at the end of the hallway of memories and his life. So many days. The atmosphere felt suitable for him to do super-duber tired exercises. From that morning and that second, anyway.

On the screen, a friend. The wind, up there blowing even like a fan in modern times or AC room that can indeed remove sweat.

Hearing Tabra's screams that really felt ambiguous to Kalboza made her descend from the top of the screen. Slowly step. One or two footings stepped on the floor of the ship, approaching Tabra which there seemed to lean.

He was just wondering how Tabra's attitude seemed to change far from the first he knew. Why Tabra yells and interferes with the exercise routine she does.

Why did he say a sentence that seemed to take him to relax? For Kalboza, Tabra this morning was like a man who was inconsistent with how he was and how he behaved.

Wasn't he the most excited person. In every morning, do not always forget to tell people like Kalboza to continue to practice, the spirit of the one-two makes people obey. Very excited once he gave instructions so that they continue to practice. Why is it that now Kalboza met Tabra as if different from the usual day he met, telling him to relax and rest? Oh my God, this is ambiguous to him. Has Tabra changed her attitude now or how she looks strange in her eyes? Ekheem, he thought about it, clearly curious about it.

“If you keep practicing, I'll be far behind. Rest so that our strength is equal.” Tabra explained after Kalboza came down from the top of the screen.

Explain that ambiguous sentence. Now it is answered what he wants to say. For the umpteenth of his time in the field of equality.

“You're so funny, Tabra. Strength is not measured by how much we practice. But, from determination and desire. To me that is the power of a person.”

Kalboza is leaning in. What's that name, duhai friend? The fence on the side of that ship, what's its name? Yeah, that's what you call it.

They're leaning on the side of the ship's fence. Compact both are stylish with the style of the Ruyanisma continent, cool menthol that cool the atmosphere they deliberately do. It's like they're competing in this. One versus one.

Tabra now brushed with her hand. “You're funny, Kalboza. Where there is in this world strength is measured by determination and desire. To me it is just a hallucination of a person like you who has no ability to awaken the true power from the beginning already in yourself.”

Such disparaging sentences sound sniffling in the ears, for people who are not used to getting along with them, but for them they have already become like chocolate biscuits. Where they start the day every morning with things. Arguing or with things that lead to such things. They are different in this.

“That's for you and this is a real difference between the two of us which of course we have different views. We are not the same.”

“You train for 10 days, while I train for 10 months will not be able to rival you. Right, we're not the same, Tabra.” Kalboza further explained.

The power in this is different. Tabra thinks that power actually exists even from birth. That was why for him there were people who only needed to train for a few days, his strength had already increased drastically. The power is within.

It was just that for him to take it out it was necessary to unlock it to the key. Such a thing sounds complicated and cannot be imagined Kalboza. In between, a sense of responsibility will give birth to strength.

Want how strong the determination and desire of someone to undergo the exercise if there is no sense of responsibility. It would all be free, for Tabra he said it was free. Strength is born from simple things and does not depend on determination and desire, but determination and desire will become like a boomerang for self and destroy the power that actually exists within, even from the beginning the power was there when the self was born into the world. That power is only hidden and has not been expended.

Precisely for Kalboza such a thing is strange. He just thinks like that. Yeah, it's a difference of view.

In some others. Some are broken, some are not. People can think for themselves, what is good and what is bad for them.

Kalboza did not want to interfere with the views on Tabra's side. Even so, the view of people can be wrong, it could be an error. Human beings who are distracted by their thoughts.

“I just remembered, Kalboza. We've talked about that. Our debate with such material as I mentioned, it has no clear basis. I'm just worried that this will bring some division between us. You must not assume it. This is my version and I can accept your version. You and I are different.” Tabra realized that discussing it was unnecessary, she took the initiative telling not to discuss it.

It's just about two different versions. When combined, the two will produce something that is wow, fantastic. Kalboza quite understood that in his mind.

“Alright—well, then.” Kalboza agrees and will not discuss that with him. Uh, didn't Tabra first talk about that... Kalboza now rubbed his chin.

Uh, not Tabra. Kalboza himself mentioned the matter earlier, fishing. Meanwhile, Tabra as in this case is just a chatter who wants to connect the speech with his own version, which of course it will even cause debate. Kalboza was silent for a moment.

“You seem to think something, what are you thinking?” Tabra asked, but Kalboza did not answer.

Tabra now looks cross-eyed. Still leaning. “Hey, answer the question I asked you earlier, you shouldn't be silent like that.”

His voice sounded a bit lazy. If it is not ignored, it feels a bit annoying at once there is shame as well. Plus, ask for mercy.

Kalboza daritadi was silent. Not a few seconds of time. Speech continues hey, answer that sentence that seemed to break the atmosphere.

Like a bomb in broad daylight. Where might. Want to poetry, but prevented noisy thoughts.

Kalboza sighed softly. “You know it's just a glimpse of my thinking that I don't think I need to tell you what I'm thinking. Looks like our conversation's over here, Tabra. I want to continue my training, regarding this I can not keep silent.”

His eyes were floating to the blue sky. Pelicans perched on a sail pole. Kalboza said, “I can't stand by seeing my condition that many are left behind, my training period should be more than you. You know, among you I am the weakest in terms of fighting, this group needs people who can fight more bravely. All this time, I was negligent in running the exercises and much to trouble you guys.”

Kalboza admits to himself. How he's been doing all this time. The version of Tabra in his mind and about himself is very different.

He wanted to increase his potential and wanted to be strong, mighty. Being a person who can be useful, of course, the self can not stand by hoping that the power will appear by itself is impossible, coming down from the sky in the form of rain that gives it strength is also equally impossible. Which seems this time Kalboza has misunderstood the words of Tabra who previously invited himself to relax. Just now, this morning.

This morning, Tabra asked for it. Just this morning, Tabra asked him to rest and relax. Kalboza after a long time doing exercises without much rest, all the time so many days. As if he had no other day, he continued to train. For this morning, Tabra took the initiative to invite him to relax.

Strenuous exercise can make the body tired. What's wrong with this morning telling him to relax?

Tabra explained, “Yeah, I can understand how you are doing to train from morning to evening and at night you stay the same, if you understand what I mean to call you here to prevent you from practicing, you've misunderstood my point, Kalboza. I called you here and what I mean is nothing else, no it's not a message to let you know the limits and not torture yourself, all this time you were too hard at training which made me unable to continue to allow it. You also need rest, if you want to relax this morning. Relax. Forgive my mistakes that I sometimes do not know, I used to force people to obey my call.”

“Maybe it's also what drives your mind to do the exercises, even harder than usual.”

Tabra is long. Along the sea that was being stared at by the two of them. Just two words passed that manalah might be able to satisfy a pelican bird that was perched on a sail pole. Look at their conversation.

Kalboza can now only put on a face that is seen exactly it is pleasant, warm and serene look like the weather is friendly.

He will explain the case about him one-two that the matter of training is not because of the call of Tabra, nor for him to show off and be his pride.

That's not what he did. He trained hard all this time just for his determination and desire to be strong and useful in the group.

“One thing you know, Tabra. Mornings are not my place to relax, it is precisely for me that mornings are the starting place where one can do great things. Morning is a comfortable atmosphere, the spirit in this morning you once told me. Don't you remember it?”

Kalboza said the morning was not a place for him to relax after what Tabra said. That sentence was stuck in his mind.

Tabra can only smile. He did say it, even the speech was now like a boomerang that hit his own face.

This poem is again, again and again prevented, this word is tired of being typed, then removed. Which maybe tomorrow will be a holiday. The rice has not yet become a porridge.

“I leave and want to continue my training, friend. I have told you how I am and what I want. You can think of all that. In that case I know you're a master at thinking. That's all.”

Kalboza is leaving. Tabra was still smiling, still in a leaning position. “Yeah, I've heard your explanation, Kalboza. I can feel how your sense of responsibility for this group has begun to rise like the sun this morning. It signifies a sign that the power within you will rise, the greater your sense of responsibility. Then, the greater your strength will be. You just have to fight a little more to get there.”

“We're different. Tabra, do you remember?” A little head. Kalboza refused to turn his body away.

“Yeah, you're right. We are two different versions. You and I are not the same.” Tabra.

While fixing the position, Tabra continued his words, “Then, fight and continue your training. I'm sure you must be a strong and useful person for this group.”

“You too, don't just keep quiet.” Kalboza smiled and passed away again to the top of the screen.

He trained just to be strong and useful within that group. They are two different versions. From the first and second, Tabra chose the second path, he said more relaxed.

That's the story summary. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow was the day they had been waiting for, the long voyage where the wind was taking them was quite tiring.