The Black Pirates

CH. 85 – Past Chapters: Story History

Ashraq around the crowd, far from where he originally dwelt, in the hot daylight, no. Clouds are cloudy, not hot. At the end of the crowd Ashraq was, I don't know what he wanted.

"How long has this been going on?" Ashraq asked one of the thin-bodied, long-haired, slightly white, unmitigated. He was full of courage and relaxed, there was no loophole of fear in the slightest.

The person asked, he nodded. "Just when the sun is in the middle of the earth, it seems." The man answered doubtfully.

"Oh, so?" Ashraq nodded back.

Ashraq returned to walk away from the man after thanking him for telling himself.

In other circumstances, Aisha arrived at the crowd, she saw a lot of people, jejal once, intense with the glare of anger overflowing, and some were staring sadly at the body of Captain Riyuta.

Aisha slightly muttered, "Captain, Tabra ...." Aisha stared at the top of the tower, where Tabra conversed with Akma Jaya, in the crowd there were many ghibahs circulating, shaking through the ears. Aisha was a little disturbed to hear the voices.

In fact, he tried to calm himself for a moment, sighing peacefully, motionless until he decided to slowly walk apart the ranks of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Asgaha believed what Asdama had said. He quickly rushed back to his shop and picked up the gun. The speed of the running feet does not take long. Around the place there was a quiet street, apparently they were all gathered in the tower.

A nerd, he was curious and tagged along with Asgaha—running towards the crowd.

Shortly after, they reached the crowd, hands carrying pistol guns, gasping for breath.

"You've been a long time!!" People who wait for him to get angry do not accept the delay of others. Whatisit? Hah, suck, plus a little condescending word. However, Asgaha said he was too late.

His friend—a nerd—mumbled, precisely whispering into Asgaha's ear. "Wait for what else? Quickly hand over the weapon, later he gets angry," said Asdama a little nervous, sweat sweat splattered on the forehead area.

Asgaha nodded, he looked at the person before him relaxed, not nervous.

"This is the gun you want!" Asgaha handed him a male voice, firmly with a straight body position, head facing, eyes unblinking.

"Good." The short answer was spoken and took quickly from Asgaha's hands.

"With this weapon, I'll shoot him quickly, hahaha!" The man spoke with a loud intonation. Until the ear that was close to him almost moved the hand covering the hole, the place where the sound broke through.

Asdama again whispered, "It's an overconfident person." Asdama can quite guess the ability of a person, daily reading makes him understand the characteristics of a person.

"Hey, quiet. She'll hear it later, you want to get shot by her?" Asgaha replied sama—whispering.

"We better get away from here." Asdama continued the whispers.

"Come, that's good advice!" Asgaha did not remain silent, he withdrew Asdama's hand.

The two of them slowly, but surely moved away from the place. Meanwhile, the man looked at the weapon.

"This is the first time, I'm holding a weapon, haha is amazing, this weapon will kill both of them," said the person intending to Akma Jaya and Tabra.

At the top of the tower, Akma Jaya saw that, under the tower far from sight, the weapon was brandished, directed, aimed at the target.

"Tabra, did you see it?" Akma Jaya asked just an ordinary gaze.

"Yes, I saw it!" Tabra replied while nodding.

DOOORS!

Bullet darted towards them. "Tabraaa, dodge!!" Akma Jaya shouted out loud.

Tabra was quick to move places, as well as Akma Jaya— thank goodness they survived.

How upset made him shrewd in the shooting, so emotionally-controlled amateur, unable to control himself.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!

He fired the gun again, the shot he did many times, maybe many times, but the result is still nihil— not on target, he clucked upset because he could not hit it.

"What kind of weapon is this?" Speech in the form of annoyance, silly. Obviously, it's a gun, why he says it, sometimes anger makes a person unable to think clearly, even then he threw it. Beh, hard. It's a broken gun, it can't be used anymore.

The history of the story, if life is a story, what may be sadness, anger, happiness and all those feelings are conflict in it, crying in time of loss, simplicity of the word in the form of the language of the soul, and, the death of Captain Riyuta left a deep sorrow for women, where good looks are matchless, a form of speech that is difficult to express, so. Most beautiful said.

Tears broke so much, so much so, so painful to stifle, tore up the sanitary napkins, heated the surroundings until the snowflakes melted, the pieces of hope had been smashed to the brink.

Akma Jaya the evil man said

Numbers one and two

Next to number three

One, two, three

The stammering tone stutters

A poet stares in silence, no longer muttering, no more mocking, silent, looking down and contemplating the life that has passed.

From a different point of view, yes. Akma Jaya was the one who committed the murder. Durjana, even more than that, has no humanity.

How the bitterness of a sword proves the bloodshed, it cannot explain, free. At the time, hundreds of people lined up, clustered with self-blame, what would it say? Mistakes must be accounted for.

At the top of the tower, Akma Jaya stared pityfully at the crowd. "Tabra, it's time for me to come down!" he said full of guilty looks.

"Captain, what decision did you make?" Tabra asked a little hoarse, a loud voice, the possibility of him feeling the same as Akma Jaya.

Akma Jaya shook her head. "Nothing, my desire is down to taking responsibility for all of this, accepting the punishment they've given. That way, peace already, I've told you before that if I die, I hope you two stay happy, together forever." Akma Jaya explained.

"Again, I seem to be adding words," said Akma Jaya, laughing a little.

"Good parting, Tabra." Akma Jaya held out a telempap to shake hands, Tabra stared at the glare of watery eyes—will to drip, but did not show droplets, only a puddle of—not yet spilled.

In the vicinity of Akma Jaya, there was a big hammer nearby, he took and brandished. At that time, the crowd stared in amazement, a figure of Akma Jaya was no more looked down upon by them. That is why sometimes something is considered trivial, even denounced, but the advantages of a person never know.

This world, body, mind and heart, all united in body, passing day, mingling. In fact, the energy is united in the same unity—gotong royong.

In the midst of the boisterous crowd, Akma Jaya raised a hammer full of authority.

"Crazy, he's amazing!"

"Hey, haven't you seen him yet, he climbed up the tower carrying the hammer." The person next to him explained.

Aisha looked, Ashraq stared, Asgaha looked, Asdama shone his eyes unblinkingly, turned to the top of the tower— where Akma Jaya was.

"Whoooo!" One of the men on the ship cheered and raised his hand.

"What's wrong? Why are you yelling like that?" ask one of the others.

"Captain? He raised a big hammer, hard to believe." He replied, an answer that made them go back to fighting over binoculars. I want to see the whole detail.