"Mother, please, stay with me, please, somebody, please... save her... I am begging you, please...." the young boy begged the crowd, wailing. No one moved. No one looked. No one listened.
"Why? Why? Why aren't you all looking at me? Why? WHY?... ANSWER ME... please," his pitiful tears echoed in the cabin, but it was not as strong as the laments of the great Nympha ocean. It struck the wooden ship hard as if it were thrown up and down the ship moved forward.
"Kid, stop with it. I can't handle your sorrow. I understand, however, we are in the middle of the ocean, inside a pirate ship, locked up as slaves. We can't do anything. Let her lie down peacefully and close her eyes." A brave man broke the silence of the mob.
"No, No... NO... Mother, please, please stay awake. We will reach shore quickly. I will take you to the physician. I will help you. Please, stay awake, mother. I am right here," with his little frail hands, he held his mother close to his pounding heart. His soft, warm tears fell and rolled down her cold face. She was smiling, or he thought.
A woman came forward and gently sat beside the kid. Stroking his spikey blonde hair, she whispered, "She has gone, my dear. Let go of her." The lady tried to separate her cold and silent body, which he dearly held.
"GET AWAY FROM ME," the boy screamed with his remaining strength. His eyes glowed like the angry ocean.
"What the fuck is going on here?" a robust man walked in. Everyone moved away to the corners, leaving the boy and his mother in the middle. He was one of the pirates. "You are disturbing my lovely nap, fool," he roared.
"It's nothing, just that boy's mother died," someone from the crowd answered.
"Huh! died? Who?" the man moved towards the boy. "Shit, this bitch died. I thought I would make a fortune by selling her. Such a waste of flesh. Move aside, boy," he commanded after those vile remarks. But the boy didn't flinch from his position.
"Hey, bastard, I am speaking to you, move aside," his voice tightened. But the boy didn't listen; he held his mother and cried. Anger surged on his face. The pirate grabbed a handful of blonde hair and dragged it across the cabin, shouting, "I SAID MOVE YOU, DIRTY BASTARD!"
"Aghhh...." His body slammed into the ship's hull, the heavy thud replaced only by the hollow echo of his coughing. He glanced at his mother's body, which was being pulled by that pirate out of the cabin, like an object to discard. His blood boiled in fury, he stood up, struggling and ran behind him. Others could only watch all this silently.
"STOP... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOTHER? STOP. YOU BASTARD STOP...." He yelled. His voice cracked, cough interfered. But he didn't stop. It was a storm outside, the rain poured violently, the ship moved uncontrollably, lightning and thunder witnessed all and the ocean, it was not happy.
"YOU LET GO OF MY MOM. SHE IS ILL," the boy ran at the pirate and used all his power to manage to land a hit at his waist, but only to make him extra mad. The pirate landed a kick with his right foot this time, and it made the boy cough up blood. However, he was not going to give up. He got to his feet again and moved. Again, and again and again. Finally, he was not able to move, and his vision blurred due to the blood he had shed.
"What is going on here?" The captain of the pirate ship appeared with the mage of his team.
(Captain Rouker was an old man with a long beard. His one leg was of wood. Mage Hudsly was the right-hand man of Captain Rouker. He was a middle-aged man with healing ability. He acted as the ship's physician.)
"This woman died, I was about to dispose of her body, and this little fucker is causing trouble. I don't even know how many times I had to beat him to silence him. He bit my leg hard, taking some flesh with it, westerly dog bastard," the pirate man explained.
"Hud, check on the boy," ordered the Captain.
"Yes," Hudsly moved towards the boy and took his vitals. "He is still breathing," he answered.
"Heal him," the Captain ordered with a smirk.
"Sure," Hudsly obeyed.
"You throw her into the water," the captain commanded of the pirate.
"Aye, Captain," the pirate man took the body of the boy's mother and tossed it into the unsettled ocean. It completely vanished her in seconds.
After a few hours, the ocean came back to its former self, calm and silent as if the darkness had left and light pierced through cotton clouds. Birds chirped above the floating ship. A scent of rain disappeared along with the storm.
The boy woke up, bandaged up and fresh.
"M..Mother, Mother," he called in his half nap. He slowly recalled everything. His body sprang up despite the pain. "MOTHER? WHERE IS MY MOTHER?"
"She is gone, boy. She is dead," a voice surfed in. It was Captain Rouker, sitting on the stairs next to the boy, sipping from his old wine bottle.
"NO, NO... SHE IS FINE. SHE IS OKAY... WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" The boy's rage took over again. His fist moved toward the Captain. However, it didn't land; it stopped mid-air as if an invisible wall blocked it. The boy didn't understand it at first, but then he noticed it was an invisible wall. It surrounded the Captain. It was his magical power. The boy sat down speechless, hopeless and crying.
"Listen, boy, your mother is gone; she is dead. You accept that fact. She died in your hand. Live with it. We will reach Sahasyir in half a day, find a good buyer and live." He stood and prepared to move as he took a final glance at the boy. He was weak just like him when he was a little boy.
"What's your name, boy?" he asked curiously.
A moment of pause. The boy gazed up at the Captain.
"Arthur Celub Lourde,"
Captain Rouker's eyes widened in wonder. His middle and last names were familiar to him.