The Black Pirates

CH. 82 – Past Chapters: Better Caught Up

At the top of the tower, Akma Jaya was still perched staring at the crowd, the sound of angry cries scattered to make people arrive, there were many in number.

The atmosphere was noisy, boisterous rumbling. Ashraq running, spur foot— very fast

In another situation. Aisha also ran, but was a little slow and far behind as she found out, a few minutes after Ashraq's departure.

In the crowd, people were talking about proper punishment for Akma Jaya and Tabra.

"Better, we both destroyed them. By burning him alive." One of them gave advice to the other.

"No, better, we whip and torture until they're both dead." One of the others said.

The discussion was continuously discussed about a punishment that was appropriate for both of them, more precisely execution.

"What the two of you are saying, it seems like there is nothing I can take as a rule of law, it is better to stab with a sword, even to rub against it until their intestines come out." One of the others said adding his input.

"Smart." Another spoke briefly, praising him as he flicked his finger.

"So you agree with what you said?" He asked, intending to head to one person.

However, not just one, they all nodded along. "Yes, we agree."

"Is there a way to get them down? Do you have any advice?"

"We just shoot like shooting a bird on the branch of a tree—" replied one man while mentioning the parable.

Aisha was still in the middle of the journey, still running, while Ashraq had already arrived at the place of the crowd. From a short distance away, he heard the conversation.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ashraq dared to question him, there was no fear. After all, he was unknown, they were not familiar with Ashraq, and vice versa.

"You who? We just saw you?" One asked in wonder. He frowned at the slight smile that was strewn across his lips.

Ashraq smiled widely, he returned the smile of the person before him, although a smile in the form of a line, arguably imperfect.

"My name is Ashraq, a servant who has just arrived in this region. So, will you tell me what happened?"

"Oh, so. I will explain it to you, both of them," said the man, pointing to Akma Jaya and Tabra, "They killed Captain Riyuta, they killed Captain Riyuta."

"They killed Captain Riyutaaa!!"

Repeatedly the speech was thrown, resentment filled the forehead area, frown accompanying the eerie eye glare. In the last stanza a loud, extraordinary, invisible voice forms, but piercing sharply.

Ashraq gulps, listens to the loud speech of the person before him, the mouth is plastered close to the ear, for the unaccustomed, closing the ear is the main way, but Ashraq is not so, he's still listening.

The one who had been making a loud noise, he sighed, calming down for a moment. On the sidelines, Ashraq stared at nothing, just an ordinary gaze.

The man moved away from his side.

"We're talking about a punishment that's appropriate for both of them." One of the people who spoke was not the one who had spoken out loud.

"Is that?" answer Ashraq succinctly.

Ashraq daydreams in no mood.

"Hey, are you okay?" One of them waved his hand near Ashraq's eyes.

"What's wrong, I'm a little scared, you can see, I'm a waiter, I don't have the courage to see what punishment to give, even just hear it, I don't think, my ears and my daydream go somewhere." Ashraq was a little dramatic about his situation.

"Your body is heavy, how can I believe what you say!" One of the men grinned because Ashraq said 'in view you can judge' and what was in view, he was stocky and full of muscle instead of fat.

Although Ashraq added the word of the servant beside him.

"Do you feel like this guy is a little suspicious." They were whispering with his partner beside him.

"Right, I feel the same way."

"Don't he be one of them, we should catch him before it's too late."

They whisper, but do not realize Ashraq is seeking refuge and breaking through the crowd, protecting himself behind the crowd.

"Where is he?" Someone just realized that Ashraq had disappeared from their sight.

"It seems to be true, he belongs to the two of them, if I had known it, then cut it mercilessly!" he said angry, yelling great, amazing, loud words that rattled people who heard it.

"Calm down, he's just gone and probably not far from here" said another one calming the mood.

One exclaimed as he held out his hand. The crowd turned back, quietly focusing on staring.

"Did any of you see a man of stout stature, straight-haired, white-skinned, bluish-clothed color mixed in white?" In a loud voice, he conveyed the figure of Ashraq in detail, describing the thoughts of the crowd.

However, before Ashraq was ready, he even thought it would happen. Now Ashraq smiled sweetly.

Her figure changed appearance with her hair tied back, the bluish clothes she took off and left in the middle of the crowded crowd.

Everyone, almost a few shook their heads, even more so it was commonplace, sometimes there were a lot of people who were like that, not specific. And also, the number of people swarming around, it was difficult for them to know.

One of the squashed on the sidelines of the crowd had the same characteristics as the figure mentioned. So the man, forcibly faced.

From the glare of the eyes, face, ears and the other members, it was not similar at all, but the clothes were similar.

"Where did you get these clothes?" A silly question is just spoken. After all, what is the importance of asking that—basis cool-ass, detective-ass.

"I found it and immediately put it on!" her nervous reply was full of respect, she let out my sentence of respect. Duh, the listener frowned proudly.

"Then go." He told her to leave, in terms of understanding maybe she had already got the answer. Don't know what? he didn't say anything at all.

Before long, he muttered, "Heemmm, he's smart enough to take off clothes, but also too naive to do it anywhere."

The words were clearly the origin of the words, he guessed so, in fact not so, all different friends. Come on, don't because of what it's like to guess this and that, it doesn't actually exist. It's not so, it's obvious that this is bad.

Ashraq was in the middle of the crowd, staring at Akma Jaya hinting at the language through hand movements. (Are you okay?) Her hand gestures movements formed a simple word. Inadvertently Akma Jaya saw him, she smiled as she nodded.