The Black Pirates

CH. 84 – Past Chapters: Making Mistakes

Anger, annoyance, redness of the color of blood prove an event beyond desire. An event at the end of the boundary of unwillingness empties, before that, turning the stream, the water continues to flow without it willing, and follows the current towards the estuary.

Akma Jaya gestured for Tabra to climb the tower, she nodded as if obeying the command of the captain, on the tower wall, Tabra smiled staring at no sad gap. The grip weakened, long enough he struggled.

"What'sthis? Just ability without comparison." Tabra raved unclear, simple phrase—maybe.

"Tabraa!" Akma Jaya again shouted loudly, again moving hands to form the word 'Naiklah'

Tabra nodded, signaling a hand in the form of a 'Alright' reply'

Sign language. So, a hand gesture forms a simple, uncomplicated language. The signal that helps them in communicating, in the middle of the movement, the viewing crowd cannot understand it. "What do they sign?" One of the people asked in the crowd, asking.

"Are they planning something?" Questions were asked, tired of typing. There are so many, it's hard to explain why they say that. Unknown.

Tabra tried to climb the tower to the top. Where a puff of tired breath is stifled, heavy. Handrails are so complicated, even he's hard to hold for some inexplicable reason. It's all about the limits of ability. At the end of the boundary that feels annoying, the square number boils down to the mind.

The formula of physics, various things mixed in fatigue, pedestal holding, surrender confidence in the hand area, being breath blowing gasping for breath.

Where time passed by, at the twenty-ninth minute, the eleventh second, Tabra had reached the top of the tower, how a smile spread across the surface of her lips, Akma Jaya muttered happily to see Tabra successfully climb the tower— success without obstacles.

"Captain, are you okay." Affirmed your sentence form is a form of respect. Tabra saluted, Akma Jaya nodded, saying that she is fine.

"It's my fault, Tabra. I stabbed Captain Riyuta, he fell from a height, the pool water turned red, I've made a fatal mistake." Akma Jaya said softly, thinking he made a mistake.

Mistakes that cannot be tolerated, cannot be forgiven. In fact, to apologize too late, lives have been lost due to the stab of a sword.

"Captain, I saw everything. If you don't stab him, you'll be killed in his hands. This is called self-defense." Tabra replied quite skillfully playing a tone of speech. Where it follows the direction of the movement of the wind, ripples.

Hearing him, Akma Jaya slightly shook her head. "Tabra, regarding what you mentioned, Adfain once explained in this region not knowing what self-defense is, life must be redeemed. Like what you just heard from their cheers!" Akma Jaya explained.

"From the beginning, I've been asking what we're headed for in this region, and it turns out to be just to find trouble." Tabra looked seriously, the air pressure heating up.

The horizon is still cloudy, Akma Jaya again shook her head slowly. "It's not so." It's simple, but a little confusing.

"What do you mean? Is this a mistake in words?" Tabra is back to the topic.

"Nothing." The peace of their togetherness enveloped the boisterous atmosphere under the tower.

Peace does not mean casual speech, Tabra spoke out loudly questioning the same reason. Akma Jaya faced a peaceful.

"Sometimes, what is implied, spoken, is engraved in a word, in later times it is obliterated in a fire, even scribbled away, thrown into the ocean, swept away by the waves, swept away by the sea, swallowed by the inability to make it happen."

Akma Jaya dramatizes a little explanation of what happened, in reality different from expectations. Much different, sometimes there the feeling of wanting to run, perish or something that calms the mind, struggling to be quiet.

As simple as this, it is not as easy to carve words in words, simply in difficult form. The reality of life, of a spinning wheel, of a road, of a place, of a vast desert, of straying, of being lost, is all unselfish.

In the crowd, Ashraq gazed to the top of the tower, where Akma Jaya and Tabra were seen talking to each other. After that, he went around looking at the situation.

The usual atmosphere, nothing, just the noise and cheers are blinding, where there is somewhere, away from the crowd—a shop.

There, Asgaha talked about a gunshot with one of his best friends mentioned in the previous episode.

When was the last time he used it, a glimpse of events then proved, his weapon, only to be a display in the corner of the wall. Never been used.

"Well, Asdama, you slapped me with your words" he said a little later laughing. The diversion of attention seems like it is suitable to say.

"Here you go, stop your laughter, you trust me, take your weapon, use it." Asdama answered steadily while patting Asgaha on the shoulder.

"So, in conclusion from all this, you don't want to lend me your weapon?" Asgaha spoke as if offended by hearing Asdama's words.

"No, it's not that." Asdama answered succinctly.

"Lantas, what do you mean?"

Asdama smile. "It looks like you insist on borrowing a weapon from me, to be honest my weapon, a few days ago I sold it to a person who wanted to travel to Batatal territory, where rumors circulated the way to get there, there are many criminals, you know that, Batatal region next to Aimaina territory."

"The man spoke of reasons that made me unbearable, he intended to meet with relatives in the territory I had mentioned." Asdama explained what had happened, where he had sold his weapon along with the reasons he had said.

"Friends, put your gun on. Didn't I tell you the range?" Asdama continues the saying—reminds.

Asgaha. "No, Asdama. You mentioned the latest brand, while mine I've been buying for a long time, it's different."

"Say what brand do you have?" Asdama asked casually.

"Pistol Queen Anne." Asgaha answered succinctly to the point.

"Oh, so. Just try to use, about that, I've never read, I just know, that the weapon has been around for a long time, accompany some time passed with pirates in about 1680—"

"What's? You kidding?" Asgaha.

"Why are you saying that?"

"Asdama, you're a bookworm, I see you read almost every day, but unexpectedly, there's something you don't know?"

"Hey, comeon. Don't call me a nerd, in other circumstances I'm also human, unlike the Austramanians who have the super power to know what's hidden in the universe." Asdama replied while patting Asgaha on the shoulder.

Smile plastered on the faces of the two, Asgaha muttered indistinctly, knowing that a friend— considered as a bookworm did not know about it.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the road, Aisha ran and continued to run, she wanted to come to the scene she saw through binoculars. Around the ship, a man looked on, behind the spotlight, he saw the whole of Tabra climbing the tower to its peak, the whole action, even now that Akma Jaya and Tabra are talking, he said, he saw everything.

"You've seen binoculars for minutes, it's my turn!"

"Yes, just a minute."

"eeh, hurry! We've been waiting a long time, and you've been watching, when's our turn?" One of the others spoke.

"Alright, it's binoculars. Take it!" He handed the long-shaped object, one of the people next to him, was in the right direction— moved quickly to pick it up.

They took turns to look at the situation, from all of it, at a glance they were doing a priceless act of underwork. To go with other people's business.