The Black Pirates

CH. 90 – Past Chapters: Boring

Akma Jaya dodged, she set foot to the ground below the tower—a knee-high pool of water.

There they fought each other, close to the body of Captain Riyuta. The crowd that had just run, stopped for a moment after the distance was seen by the eyes quite far, they looked back, Aisha and Ashraq were also there, even watching in an anxious mutter.

The atmosphere was so bright, the sun showed rays after long hiding behind the clouds. In one of the shops from the beginning since the wind roared, the store was tightly closed.

Both friends are in it.

"It seems like the day is already bright. Hearno? The rumbling sound, the lightning sound, it's all gone!" Asgaha guessed, even though there was no gap in sight, he started a conversation inside the tavern.

The atmosphere in the shop was so quiet, silent. Only the two of them were there, sheltering from the roar of the wind, of course it all started from the proposal of Asgaha who pulled the hand of Asdama, crying spontaneously and running fast.

Asdama. "True, it looks like Captain Broboros has been defeated and finished off," Asdama said as he turned the page of the book—he was focusing on reading.

"Where is it possible?" Asgaha said in disbelief.

"Asdama, never underestimate the ability of Captain Broboros, it is said that he is a captain who has a mystic sword in the form of lightning striking, when in the crowd many people who mention it so!" Asgaha continued his speech.

Asdama relaxes. "Do you know about the book I'm reading?" He said the question sentence, really simple, not long.

"I don't know!" Asgaha stared as he shook his head. Curiosity filled the surface of his eyes.

Asdama leaned against the wall.

"The book I read explained that the lightning sword could be prevented, defeated by the power of an heirloom named Atramata." Asdama explained steadily.

Through that remark, Asgaha deflected the netra, he was slightly stunned, "Atramata Heirloom? What kind? Sword or knife, or stone?" the question was as if there were doubts there.

"Not more than that..."

"What's? Hey, comeon. Please explain more details." Asgaha grinned.

Asdama chuckles at it. For a moment, he sighed. Then, continuing to say, "Asgaha, you need to know, that the Atramata heirloom form is a pearl grain covered in a cloth bearing a talisman and knitted directly by the snake-haired queen since decades passed, in short it happened before you were born."

"The lightning sword has a weakness, he said, the two objects were made simultaneously. It is possible that the person—Akma Jaya—have it and he can stop lightning on the surface of the horizon and now the atmosphere is so peaceful—" Asdama explained at length.

"Eh, tu—wait a minute!" Asgaha cutting fast.

"What to wait for?" ask Asdama as if to be innocent.

"I see clearly. At that moment, you didn't know the details and you stared strangely, how could you now speak and pretend to know everything!" Asgaha said something that he looked at at the moment of the incident.

"Did you see me when I arrived at this store, I immediately searched for a book, now in front of you, all the past events are in this book, the explanation is so clear and I have also said it, he said, just a few minutes past, you did not listen to my words," replied Asdama explained.

"Asdama, you're so great, in such a desperate situation still able to calmly read a book, I'd rather have a headache, not even focus on listening to your words!" Asgaha praised him a little exaggerated, perhaps being diverted to the conversation.

Asdama. "Alright, I understand," he replied patting Asgaha on the shoulder.

"If you look at the surface of Atramata looks like this," he continued, showing the page of the book, "Only, the shape is smaller than the page of this book."

"Speak simply. Just tell me, it's boxy and small, don't be convoluted!" Asgaha grinned.

"Haha, buddy. All right, whatever you say, and the one great thing about Atramata's heirloom, written in this book, the one who can control it, he will absorb the natural energy, use it freely, he said, even destroyed the city in the blink of an eye." After a moment of laughter, Asdama said an astonishing sentence.

"That's impossible?"

"Perhaps, in this world there are many impossibilities."

Asdama bobbing head. "Didn't you recognize me, before this, have you never heard my words?"

"No, that's it." Asgaha briskly brushed aside, ruffled waist. Then a few minutes later, he waved in the form of a pat with a position behind him, then moved to one of the table— not far from where they talked.

Asgaha sat down for a moment. Asdama is still focused on reading books. That's the habit, don't ask!

Turning from where they were, Akma Jaya's men complained that they could no longer see how the fight was.

"Boring!" He exclaimed in annoyance.

"Hahaha, what's wrong? Why do you say boring words?" ask one of the others.

"It's okay, look at it for yourself" he said briefly as he threw the binoculars, then left in front of the person who asked.

"Squeen!" murmured from the person who originally asked. He looked up and found out that Akma Jaya was not visible from his nose, only Tabra was still at the top of the tower. The glare of his eyes was staring downwards, conjecture implied there.

"From what I saw, Tabra looked down, possibly the captain fighting under the tower. Worth it, he said it was boring, apparently because of this, you suck!" He spoke alone, but his comrades were still listening on the side, they were just silent while nodding.

In the midst of their conversation, Aisha returned to the ship. He ran to one of the places where he met a woman. It turns out that this woman is the former Captain Riyuta who some then present in a sparkle.

The woman was silent looking languid, lost consciousness or something. Aisha approaches.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Aisha asked as she stroked her shoulders, there was a puddle covered, the woman was now hugging her knees.

Aisha asked again, the woman shook her head. Either a signal or just a reply that he heard it, but did not want to answer it. Aisha a little bit of an excuse.

Fortunately before he left for the ship, he stopped at one of the food stalls, where he bought wheat bread. Aisha intended not to make her men on the ship feel more anxious because that's why she bought bread, who would have thought in the middle of her footsteps met a woman. He gave the bread to the woman.

The woman did not speak, nor did she speak. He's still immersing himself in the knee. "Hey, take. This is for you," said Aisha in a soft voice, her trademark for a long time.

The woman dared to take it. "Te—thank you, my love," he replied intermittently, perhaps nervously or awkwardly.

Aisha thinned out a smile, her eyes closed tightly, looking sweet. "Don't be sad, yeah!" said Aisha.

"Sad? I'm not sad" he replied.

Aisha chuckles. "Is that right?"

"This is my watery eyes!" The woman was now chuckling, her lips formed a curved line. Aisha returned a smile with fingers that formed a tick stroking her chin.

"Why are you laughing?" aisha asked to divert.

"Eeh, no, I'm not laughing" he answered repeatedly.

Aisha sighed. "All right, see you, yeah!" Aisha moved out from before him. "Wait," he said.

"What's wrong?" ask Aisha.

"What's your name?" The woman asked back.

"Aisha." answered Aisha holding out her teleplap. The woman greeted full of smiles, "Crazy." He introduced himself as Asila.

Aisha smile. "It's good to see you," he said, then they let each other teleplap, Aisha left while waving her hand. Asila smiled back and there was a wave of hands between them.