Novel & Cerita Kapitan Basilio El Filibusterismo

“Oh, spare me the sermon, Basil. You think you’re any better? You think your hands are clean? We’re all in this muck together—every one of us took their money to be here. The Calis pay us to fix them, not to judge them. You swore an oath, same as me. So unless you’ve forgotten what ‘do no harm’ means, shut your mouth and get back to work.” Basil’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, picking up a photo of Mama with a young Jeremy and sliding it in front of her. “Jeremy,” she croaked again, staring through it. Alexandra sighed, rubbing his temples. The Calis were a curse and a paycheck rolled into one, and he wasn’t sure which weighed more anymore. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

There was a day we fought a group of Pirates called "GUBAN PIRATE" This pirtaes are very dangerous as the first thing is their captain with a poisonous sword. If their captain should tear the least of your flesh, forget it. You will surely die later if not soon. We started fighting the Guban pirates with a ravaging and bloody battling. It was a tough and rough battle. Everyone was not expected to survive that day as they don't spare people's life whenever they ask for mercy. They invaded every corner of our ship, and thins were going wrong that day till Captain Babbosa said to us, 'ABANDON THE SHIP'.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

"Napatawad naman ako ng matanda, matapos ang mahabang paghingi ng kapatawaran. Marahil, naantig ko ang kanyang loob dahil sa ipinamalas kong pagmamahal sa aking asawa. Marami siyang kondisyon noon pero tinanggap ko lahat. Kahit na ano siguro, gagawin ko noon--huwag lang akong mawalay kay Marcela. Alam kong mawawalan ng saysay ang lahat ng ginawa kong kasalanan kapag nabigla at inatake na naman siya kapag natuklasang naging magnanakaw at sinungaling na ako. Hindi niya alam na dinispalko ko muna ang malaking perang naging utang ko sa matandang Salviz." Naghari ang mahinang pagtugtog ng instrumental tape sa loob ng kotse habang nag-iisip sila ng tungkol sa mga susunod na mangyayari. "M-may kin

"You looked like you wanted to murder him, but you couldn't. Ah, you're still the same Fratello Mio." I rolled my eyes as I smiled at him "I have amazing self-control, Fratello (brother). I'm not easily swayed by things." Basilio opened his eyes wide and exclaimed. "Oh, Amazing self-control eh!" I ignored him and closed my eyes to rest. Basilio was the closest friend I'd ever had. He was my childhood best friend, and he knew me inside and out, and so did I. We drove back to the company, and I settled some pressing matters I had to attend to before I went home. Shortly after, Basilio came in. "Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods."

Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak. Beatrice Sandoval placed her hand on the Ledger next, still seething with anger and disdain. She pressed two fingers to the book, then wiped them on her jacket like it might burn her. Irina Volkova was last. She gave Rios a seductive look before laying her hand flat on the Ledger. When they returned to their seats, Rios began reading the Founding Doctrine in his native Tagalog: “…kapayapaan sa ilalim ng anino. Katapatan bago ang pagpatay.”

It snorted amused, making Ruben’s jaw clench at the jibe. “No…but I must go back to free her.” “It matters not at this time.” Basille waved dismissively at Ruben. “It matters a lot! My mark dissipates today he will mark her and make her completely his…he will complete the ritual…” “It matters not…” Basille interrupted. “Time is meaningless in this place…and once I have defeated you I shall go and defeat him before he even gets the chance.” Basille boasted confidently. Ruben looked at Basille with disbelief and hope. “Are you kidding me?”

The old man’s seat was empty. The Druid had claims on being the oldest pub in Capistrano, some feat as the town went back to the middle ages. Apparently Alfred the Great had even referred to the hamlet in his will. I’d read all the other historical trivia on the framed prints hung around the walls, most of which concerned the Spanish forces invasion and its aftermath. One of the latter showed a rather fey-looking blonde-haired girl in an Edwardian pinafore dress. The blue eyes stared straight out of the coloured etching as if taking in the whole bar and anyone looking back at them. I found the naïve yet somehow suggestive expression quite creepy.

Alec equally raised his voice but it sounded muffled as they were inside the sea "Can't you stop being selfish for once. Think about others and just not only about yourself". "Basil I want this, for the first time in my life I have felt a connection with someone. They're always in my mind. I can't think straight and maybe it's because of him, I was never interested in this sea life at all...please understand". "You're just being selfish and I hate it that I'm your friend and all I have to do is just support you" Basil groaned using his tail to slap angrily a rock that the impact made a dent on the rock.