The Black Pirates

CH. 52 – Past Aswa Daula

Blood, again Blood

Blood that continued to splatter and fuse with the ground. Aswa Daula rubbed her face, closing her eyes as she was unable to see it.

"Losing purpose is bitterness, you die too naively, Auriza!" Captain Zaiya said while dragging Captain Auriza's body, he threw it into the ocean.

The body was tossed by sea currents until the sharks arrived. Captain Auriza's body is slowly eaten by sharks and her blood spreads to the beach area.

So clear, it looks like the blood was hit by waves towards the beach.

Aswa Daula's face turned pale, from the visible expression she was so afraid of seeing blood, even her footing weakened, body trembling, sweaty in the temple area.

Captain Zaiya glanced at the bush, where Aswa Daula was peeking. Then, he immediately ran away from the place.

Aswa Daula continued to run, she entered into a shady forest, there was no one, except the person who cut down trees to make house materials, after cutting them back away.

Aswa Daula climbed a tree, hanging on a branch, she stared around with her mouth stilled. Peaceful atmosphere, cool air, Aswa Daula enjoys the comfort of being in the forest.

Time passes, time changes.

In 1650, a great battle between pirates began. Clashing, rustling, the sound of weapons scattered across the Albamia Ocean, a sea called Farida, the sea became a battleground.

At that time, Aswa Daula was living with her mother, while Walsa–sang Father went to the battlefield, she was taking part in the Red Pirates group, the group led by Captain Zaiya.

Bloodshed, the great ship sank with destruction along with smoke billowing, the smoke filled the horizon, darkening the atmosphere.

***

A few weeks after the departure of the Red Pirates group, no news was heard, Aswa Daula stared at the ocean with a withered, mellow face mixed with sorrow slashed.

"What exactly? What was? Dad, I hope you come back safe!"

Blowing wind like a tear-filled face, he seemed to sit hugging his knees while watching the ocean, peace of mind soaring high, looming with despair that began to disappear.

Days passed, weeks changed.

The news came as if it hit Aswa Daula and her mother. News that shakes the expression of tears. Causing deep cuts.

A news about the defeat and death of Captain Zaiya and his men, one of the things that burdened Aswa Daula's mind was when the messenger mentioned the killing of some of the men, who were killed, one of the dead was Walsa.

However, not all of his men were killed, some of Captain Zaiya's men were strong in enduring the torture, they were all recruited by Captain Lasha to be his men.

Blood, blood. Blood again.

Cloudy clouds over the horizon, slowly rain fell soaking the earth with very heavy droplets.

Aswa Daula remained glued to the ocean, she was raining wet herself.

***

In 1656 Aswa Daula and her mother decided to move to the Muara Hiba continent, leaving the Atila area, they both moved to Daura Village.

The two of them left the birthplace, the Ruyanisma Continent was not a suitable place for them, how pirate cruelty on the continent was rampant, the continent had been flooded with so much blood splattered, and so on, the carcasses were scattered with a pungent smell.

Since then the Ruyanisma Continent is known for people with Stone Skulls, where the heads of people are scattered in various places of the continent.

It happened after the death of Captain Zaiya, never expected the leader of the seven-story pillar, where he was the one in charge of regulating the order of the rules, now even messy. The message on the wall of Captain Zaiya's room was burned by a group of them.

Yeah, a bunch of Pirates with no conscience, even a bunch of them with no mercy.

They feast on the temples with cheers and wine they drink. The music of the joggers and the bitch who sings, does not reflect the beauty, the sparkling world that is so despicable.

***

The two of them are quiet residing in the village, one day someone who sailed exploring the islands, he finally came home from his voyage, he brought the tragic story of the Red Pirates.

Aswa Daula listened, listened carefully, the bearer of the story, he retold with a calm look with a dusty voice, full of haru make each eye wide open, silent listen, silent listen, a story about the history of the fight between Captain Lasha and Captain Zaiya.

Where both have their respective titles and have a lot of charisma among people.

All who heard it looked tense-faced, the storyteller was so skilled at telling it.

Since then, Aswa Daula has known about the death of Captain Zaiya and his father, who was killed by Captain Lasha.

***

Over time, Aswa Daula passed through time with the same fear, she was so afraid of blood, despite the age that now found, she should not be afraid in the past, she was an adult.

In 1678 he ventured to sail to various places because Aswa Daula was a merchant, everyday he sold spices typical of various regions.

For a long time, Aswa Daula wandered, sailing by ship, but she was still afraid of blood.

Every voyage including lucky, did not meet the pirate nation because he always sailed at night. Where the sea is silent and peaceful.

He came from his cruise late at night, one of the merchants was seen standing on the dock.

"Aswa, how was your voyage?" One of the merchants asked him.

"Okay, you should try it. Sailing at night, the ocean was completely silent at that time!"

"really? I'll try it out!"

Aswa Daula, he picked up the spices and brought down from the ship, the economy is quite smooth and he looks happy living with his mother even though until now he is still alone.

He brought the spices home. His mother was conscious of waiting with no sleep at all.

Aswa Daula who had just arrived, she asked her mother.

"Why don't you sleep? Isn't it late at night?"

"Mom can't sleep, I'm worried about you, son."

"I'm fine, mom. It is precisely the state of the mother who is sick, should be resting."

"How's mom doing? Has it improved?"

"Mom's condition has improved since a few days ago, you don't have to worry."

"Well, I hope you're okay, in this world, I only have you, mother. There's no one else."

"Self, Mother is getting older, sooner or later the mother will definitely be eaten by age, every living creature will definitely find its end."

"Mother, don't talk like that."

"Behold, that includes an indisputable fact, son."

"You've grown up, think mature, don't always be burdened by your past!"

Aswa Daula was unmoved, she nodded slowly as a gesture of justifying, it was just that what her mother said was so uncomfortable.

That night, she could not sleep, Aswa Daula came out of the house secretly. Look at the moon shining brightly.

The atmosphere was calm, even silent with the sound of night animals ringing. He sat down while exhaling a sigh of sighs, a swarm of constellations filled the horizon with an air-soothing beauty.