The Black Pirates

CH. 83 – Past Chapters: Asgaha & Asdama

Amidst some confusion about the figure of Ashraq, it is undeniable, Ashraq is listening and miraculous, not known at all. Cool style, he showed.

Smiling sweet. "It seems like they're blind to the look, they can't recognize me, just because the hair I've tied back and the clothes change color." Ashraq just listened, making a noise in the time vortex that slowed—analysis.

Slowly, they forget the conversation about something that has no benefit, discuss something unrelated, redundant. Said one of them, muttering.

Before long, peacefully talk. "Hurry, get the gun. I want to shoot them both!" said one man loudly, he gave orders to the others.

The person who heard it hesitated a little. "What is this worth doing, seeing as he is a victim, if not resisting and stabbing, he will be killed, isn't that a form of self-defense?" Questions should be asked.

"There is no such thing as defending yourself, killing is killing, just ask the people around you!" Stubborn, saying strange things. Where he argues 'there is no such thing as self-defense'. A very clear argument is wrong. Sucks.

"You belied what I said, do you dare to accept punishment from all of us!" His impact was full of anger. The man lowered his head and hurried off to pick up a gun at one of the— taverns where he was selling.

He was named Asgaha, a drink seller, if people drink it as if the mind would float, fly, dart and go, even the imagination stretches. A mouthful, he said it was fine, but a hundred sips could make the life extinct—mati instantly.

Sometimes every night, many pirates in his shop until someone missed the limit to rob his shop because of that he has a gun, even a sharp weapon, and even a sharp weapon, perhaps he was the reincarnation of a warrior in his time, but now that time has passed, where pirates rule. With a fierce face, sangar, a mighty pirate, muscular and has mystical powers that can not be explained clearly, later slowly.

Asgaha picked up the gun, slowly the hand held onto its surface.

"In the distance of 145 meters, this gun won't be able to reach him, the person who told me to take this gun is just how stupid that guy is, don't think how much a gun is a small and sometimes inaccurate firearm!" He muttered to reproach the person who had told him to.

"Ah, one of my best friends, not far from here, he has a bigger and longer gun, this is my good thinking. I'll be there!" Asgaha said to himself as he stared at the gun and quickly put it down, but it was wrong. It was a word mistake, precisely he threw towards the wall.

Asgaha sped his legs, heading to the place of his best friend named Asdama. They have almost the same name, even from the same clothes, their bond is too strong, friendship from small until now, how a friend is cool when the situation heats up, culminates in irritation, he said, confiding was the path he often chose.

Actually Asdama changed his name since meeting Asgaha, the first name is Aga dama. Asdama is taken from As—the initial name of Asgaha and dama—the final name of his name, That's a glimpse of the reason.

Arriving in place. "Asdama!" Asgaha exclaimed, passing by a matter of seconds, forming a straight line in his lips area—a flash of a smile that adorned the surface of his face.

But who would have thought. Asdama was focusing on reading books, not listening to Asgaha's exclamation, maybe he didn't hear it.

"Asdama, give me your gun!" Asgaha said to the point—no rambling.

Asdama is still busy reading, making Asgaha a little uncomfortable. He quickly picked up the book. "Heee!" Asdama was caught from the reading world.

"Give me the book, you're destroying my imagination, give it back!" he said while trying to take it, Asgaha did not let it be easy.

"Asdama, from the past until now you love to read stories."

Asdama smile. "You need to know, Asgaha. When reading becomes a hobby, there are many things you do not know, books are like bridges for you to cross the river, dart and achieve what you want, in this book, this book, I read the story of a simple man, not much to say. He tried and kept trying, how it felt to read was a daily life that I could not leave!" Asdama explains at length.

Asgaha. "So, so?"

"And, yeah. You don't have to be bored, if so. Look for a cool place, where the trees are shady, the weather is cool and comfortable. Prepare a glass of warm coffee with a snack, sometimes for me that way is the best." At length he explained, following the speech with the movement of hands.

After explaining, "Friends, give me the book back!" Asdama asked, Asgaha handed him over.

"You look at the cover of this book, it's boring, it seems less desirable, but the content in it is important, once someone said 'never judge a book by its cover' do you know that?" Asdama dramatized just a little smile.

"Gosh, you're wasting my time!" Asgaha slightly raised his voice, while Asdama laughed at hearing it.

"What is the reason you came here? Tell me, I love stories."

"Hey, didn't I say. You didn't accept it. Jeezoo!" Asgaha glared full of ketus.

"Not so, I was focusing on reading, you were talking when my mind was running around, you didn't understand all that as long as you didn't read the book." Asdama added an earlier explanation.

"Give me your shotgun, where the tower has been killed, where I have a gun, but it's small and it won't reach the top of the tower!"

"Tower peak?" Asdama was dumbfounded, his expression mixed in confusion.

"True, at the top of the tower, the killer was perched, he had not yet come down, while his friend was still busy wrestling until we under the tower had a conversation and agreed to punish him, a way to get caught in the mind of one." Asgaha explained, Asdama listened relaxed.

His eyes were focused towards the book that Asgaha had just returned, it seemed like he was a nerd, but in this case, nerds were also human.

"One of the men had advised him to come down, we needed to shoot him, he would fall down from the height of the tower like a falling bird was shot, at that time we would all stab him in a row." Creepy speech, he said as if and Asdama frowned at hearing it.

"What's really going on, man. What mistake did he make?" tanya Asdama shone curious shaped eyes.

"He killed Captain Riyuta." Asgaha said it a little spiced up with a spooky tone, drama in a song mixed with speech. It's terrible, even it's so incredible, it's unacceptable.

Asdama shook his head in disbelief, Captain Riyuta a fighter, leader of the pirate group Jimaya, how could it be defeated just like that, astonished at the events, but it was real, indisputable.

"Talk at first, you want to borrow a gun from me, but don't you already have one?" Asdama said to the point, the glare of his eyes still remained towards the book.

"My gun can't reach the height of the tower, it's 145 meters. I felt my gun was small, even to reach such a high distance was impossible." Asgaha answered what he knew.

Asdama smile. "Friends, never look at a small gun and think of it as a small weapon, in fact one of the brands launched some time ago, the mileage reaches 400 meters, do you never read?" Asdama mocked while laughing.

"That's different, you're a little outrageous for saying I don't read!" Asgaha refuted the remarks made by Asdama.

"Have you tried it?" Asdama gave a short question that made Asgaha speechless, like he could not answer it.