A1ma Goddess Two Teeth
Alpha 3: Panic Iwaklelet Citizen

...*Alma Fatara (Alfa)*...

When the residents have returned to their homes and their colleagues have dispersed, Alma chose to play alone on the boats that lined the moorings, precisely Alma is looking for something.

Alma suspected that the two young men they were fighting had not intended to steal the boat in broad daylight, but were looking for something between the boats.

Alma meticulously inspected every boat, even the floorboards of the boat he opened one after another to look at the bottom of the boat, in order to find something that he also did not know what it was. He put his head into the hole of the boat and his buttocks he was waiting.

“What are the two people looking for?” tanya Alma started to get frustrated at not finding anything special. “If find crabs, how about in the boat?”

Alma then stood up while shaking her waist like a boat master. Her white and beautiful face was flinched with sweat. He stared for a moment at the beach.

“There are still five boats unchecked,” he told himself.

He then moved to another boat. He looked back, then bent down to see the hidden holes in the boat.

“Eh, what is blue-blue?” alma was curious.

Alma saw a bright and nice blue object, wedged in the bone of the boat. The existence of the box-shaped object is barely visible because it is protected by the bones of the boat. The iron box was no bigger than Alma's hand.

“Wah, lest this thing be searched, but this is what?” thought Alma after taking the box.

He sat down on the floor of the boat, looking at the blue box in his hand. When flipped back and forth, it turns out that on one side there is a blue dot as well, so it is barely visible. The point was like a secret key to the heavy box, but it took a lid to stab it.

After searching around, Alma finally found a wood fiber that can be used to puncture the small spot.

The tech!

When the point was pierced, there was the sound of objects that seemed to be released from the patch. It turned out that the little blue box was split apart by a line that was a space of division.

Alma then tried to separate the box into two. It turns out to be two. Now each of Alma's hands holds a part of the box.

Alma looked at the side of the hemisphere on the box. It turned out that there was a good metal engraving.

“There is a picture of the turtle shell,” said Alma while really paying attention to the inside of the object which is silver.

Alma then re-attached both sides in the metal box. He sticks and press.

Click!

It's back up and locked.

“Good stuff. Surely this thing is very important, to the point of being sought,” thought Alma in heart.

Alma kept the blue box behind her belt. Although it raises a bulge, but not so attention-grabbing.

“There's a pirate ship!” slamet Lara shouted from the beach. He shouted towards the settlement of the residents' houses a little far from the beach.

Alma sees her father running up to the high ground to tell the residents that a pirate ship is coming. He turned his attention to the open ocean.

It does. In the middle of the sea, a large boat came towards Parasemiris Beach, apparently really sailing towards the village of Iwaklelet. On top of the big mast of the boat was a red flag flying with a picture of a crab.

Alma immediately jumped from the boat down into the deep water to sepaha. Alma walked up to the sand, after which she ran after her father.

“There's a pirate coming! There's a pirate coming!” yell Slamet Lara.

Slamet Lara's shout surprised residents who are generally resting. They are not playing online games, but are having a serious conversation. Sometimes they behave like representatives of the people who are more serious than representatives of the people in the future who like to sleep and fight.

“Rapidly report the Village Chief and Village Swordsman!” exclaiming a citizen.

However, no one went to report to the Village Chief's house.

“Aaah, you guys are! Reporting to the Village Chief alone should be used exemplified!” the people shouted annoyed. “Note the way I report to the Village Chief!”

The residents then ran to the house of Village Chief Iwaklelet which is located a little far from the beach.

Tong tong keg otong …!

A resident then beat up a kentongan telling all residents of Iwaklelet Village that “ada something loh”.

So it does not take time to catapult, citizens of all genres immediately gather carrying question marks on his head. There is no need for a long answer because the ocean immediately answers it with a visual.

“Pirate!” shouted a number of people late.

“Save the boat quickly! Quickly save the boat!” a man shouted to remind.

“Quick save boat!” shouted the other residents suddenly panicked and quickly ran breezed towards where the boats were moored.

The action was quickly followed by residents who felt they had a boat.

“Prepare weapons! Prepare weapons!” shouted the other citizens.

Like the participants of Augustusan 17, the residents immediately ran to their homes when they heard the command.

Residents of Iwaklelet Village turned panicked, chaotic, and confused about what to do. Even residents who belong to the group of Sandals have designed a hiding place and their families in the house.

“Dad, why mess up like this?” alma asked his father who went to his boat which was also moored.

“That pirate, Alma,” answered Slamet Lara while pointing towards the large ship that was getting closer to shore.

“Then why if pirates?” tanya Anjengan also, Alma's brother who was also confused to see the panic that occurred.

“The pirate is evil!” slamet Lara answered while punching a hole in the bottom of her boat with a tapered end of her machete.

“Dad, why hollowed out our boat?!” alma asked half-shouting, she was surprised but not out of thought.

“If not drowned, the pirate will damage it more severely. After the pirates leave, we will fix it again,” explained Slamet Lara.

“Oooh!” sigh Alma mangosteen.

Not only did Slamet Lara punch a hole in his boat and then sink him, all the boat owners did the same.

Meanwhile, many residents have gathered with their hands carrying weapons. Some carry a machete, their everyday weapon as a fisherman. Some bring kitchen knives, saws, axes, chisels, sticks, clubs, mines, fish nets, brooms, to hooks. Some even carry swords, weapons that are owned but never used, because the owner is basically not a swordsman or soldier.

In addition to men, there are also a number of mothers who feel they have the soul of the sea. They joined the men gathered together behind the Village Chief Iwaklelet.

The village chief of Iwaklelet was a tall, thin man, but he was strong enough to survive strong winds. He was wearing a dark red shirt with black pants and a yellow sheath tied around his waist. Behind the winding of the holster is tucked a long cleaver that is still gloved as well. The head of the village was named Jaring Wulung, a reliable sailor who was full of salt swallowed the sea. However, now he has stopped going to sea, but unfortunately there is no pension for a veteran sailor.

To his right stood a large tall man bare-chested, revealing his burly body that was formed athletically as it often pulled and pushed the boat. The young man kept a thick mustache like a bangs. He argued that as a Village Swordsman, it is mandatory to keep a thick mustache as a sign of the feared person. His left hand held a machete with the head of a fish, a hallmark proof of being a coastal swordsman. He was named Debur Angkara, the only recognized security figure, meaning he was greater than all the residents in the village of Iwaklelet.

After the fishing boats have been all sunk, they then gather in one location. They hold fast to the saying that says “unite us firmly, divorce us marry again”. They all looked towards the sea, towards the approaching large ship.

While Alma and his friends just frowned at the behavior and attitude of the adults. (BH)