The Black Pirates

CH. 81 – Past Chapters: Aisha's Hunch

In a cabin of a ship, where the place is pitch-black—not look anything, sleeping unheard of atmosphere.

A poet, he was exulting in a melodious rhythm wrapped in prayer, lights radiating to the top of the tower, breaking through the boundary of the horizon, where the earth's atmosphere, was, right there the light split and turned into tiny particles, it continuously penetrated through until it reached space.

Flickering stars from a distance, various beauty. In space, it spreads to various planets, circling and exploring all over.

The light continues to radiate out of the galaxy of color towards the galaxy hollow—there is no life in it.

BOOM UP!

BOOM UP!

BOOM UP!

Light exploded!

The tiny particles were scattered, there were countless, countless with fingers, but they looked beautiful, sparkling like a mirror reflecting the shape of light.

On earth, in the Nanaina Region, at the top of the tower, where Akma Jaya stood, where Tabra was struggling, under which the crowd spoke. Suddenly the horizon clumping clouds rumbled, it spewed out light, thunderbolts blaring.

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

Speech in the form of a shout echoed, loud and unpretentious, scattered enveloping the atmosphere, Akma Jaya and Tabra apply resignation, swallow.

Aisha inside the cabin of the ship awakens from her strange dream. Where the chant of the verse from the mouth of a poet wrapped in prayer roared, rippling unimaginably.

"My dreams are so weird?" Aisha woke up shaking her head for a moment.

He let out a heavy sigh, holding his head, what's up and why? That's a slightly worrying question.

"What happened to Akma Jaya and Tabra? Are they okay?" The natural nature of a woman, worried about the safety of those around her.

Aisha shut her mouth full of worry. He continued to mutter, speaking softly questioning the state of Akma Jaya and Tabra. He didn't calm down until he left the cabin.

"Fruit boy!" Aisha exclaims.

Some of the men who were guarding the ship, they all came facing and saluted.

"Can any of you check outside, I just had a weird dream, so check on Captain and Tabra. I have a little bad feeling." Aisha said as if she was venting. Typical features of women—maybe.

"Ba—well, we'll check it out." One of the men said it while putting a straight-shaped telempap on the forehead—have respect.

Aisha cringing. "Don't I tell you, one of you isn't!" This time he spoke more forcefully.

The man nodded slowly, while Aisha went back inside the cabin, conferring on who would check things out.

"Me alone" said one of the long-legged men, he raised his hand.

"No, I'm just. Can you fight? Skinny body like you can!" One of the burly bodies said quickly—begrak dare.

"Yes, already. Just you!" Ketus reply.

Meanwhile, the other men nodded—agreed with his words.

The burly boy, straight-haired, white-skinned, dressed in bluish and white, he was named Ashraq—a blacksmith.

He left his friends who had to be on guard. At that time, smiles were plastered, they greeted each other. In the middle of the trip, not far from the distance of the ship. He was confused as to where he was headed.

Reflex— is not desired he turned the direction of view and returned to the ship. "What's wrong?" ask the man outside the ship.

Ashraq. "Nothing, I'm just a little nervous," he replied sighing.

A faint voice rang out, the crowd was screaming, Akma Jaya was perched on the top of the tower, the voice was quite loud, the possibility of many people screaming, the number of people was quite loud, the sound was spread because it reflected from the frequency in the form of vibrations from the mouth thrown—maybe.

"Hey, did you hear it!" One of the people said, he heard something vague—not clear and asked to make sure.

The one who heard, they all nodded. "Right, I heard it!" Ashraq gazed towards the sound, trying to predict the frequency, "Tower peak?"

He ran no hirau anything—gopoh. "Hey, he's in a hurry." One of the shocked people looked at the others.

"Try it, you see it at the top of that tower!" One of them pointed in that direction.

Right at the target, he pointed at a faint black-clothed figure perched at the top of the tower.

"That, Captain!" Dumbfounded, they all tried to see, but the high distance and far—not clear, vague.

From that far distance, they could recognize him, bound inwardly from day to day, close relationships and strong feelings. They were all dumbfounded to hear it—like disbelief.

"Are you wrong to recognize him, is that really Captain?" One doubted what his partner said.

"Take the binoculars, we'll know!" say one of them gave advice.

One of them nodded. "Take it yourself, why do you rule so?"

"Hey, that's a suggestion, can't you distinguish a suggestion from an order?" He answers.

"For me it's a command not just a suggestion you say—"

"Already, you two are busy fighting over something, useless. Let me just take the binoculars." One of the others became mediators so that their quarrels did not widen.

Moments later, he came with binoculars. "This, for you, you see. I'm sure it's the captain, there's no need for me binoculars, I've seen it!" He said confidently, very sure to not want to use binoculars.

"here." One of them quickly picked it up, he looked in focus, not saying anything, "Eee–eehh," he said in surprise.

"What's wrong?" ask the others.

"That's right, Captain. And Tabra, he was crouching on the tower wall, the Captain was staring down, his sword was covered in blood, what exactly is going on?" he answered, asking a wonder question.

"Is right? Here's binoculars!" One of the men who initially said no need for binoculars, now he picked up quickly.

"Eeh, you said you didn't need binoculars, '" he said, a little annoyed.

"Shush." He answered briefly, showing a focused style in his binoculars, not speaking in the slightest. The others asked questions, he remained silent until they made a fuss.

Aisha inside the cabin of the ship was troubled by their commotion, before long, she exited the cabin. "Hey, you guys. What the hell is it? Why are you guys making a fuss?" aisha asked a little.

They all quickly lowered their heads, Aisha with a handsome waist full of sharp gazes. "Ekheemm," for a moment.

However, a woman as beautiful as Aisha, when she was angry, the light of her face reddened beautifully, a loud voice was thrown out like swallowing medicine, it was bitter, but it was healing.

"Captain was at the top of the tower and Tabra was struggling on the tower wall." One answered firmly.

"really?" Aisha was a little surprised, "Here, leave the binoculars to me," said Aisha reaching out with all four fingers that moved.

Aisha looked through the binoculars, she was a little stunned, what she saw was exactly the same now, eleven-twelve of her dreams, where Akma Jaya was perched on the top of the tower and Tabra was twitching on its wall. It's just, a little different.

After a satisfied look, he handed it back into the hands of one of the men. "All of you, stay alert, I'll go there to check things out!" Aisha said a look around them in a loud voice. He hastened to spur feet—run quickly towards the tower.