Where are the State Moderators when you need them?

"How long has Wattpad known about this pirating site?" Charger30Kid asks.

"Well, I have heard it has recently come to their attention," RocketGroot said.

The Expellariumus20 user had fled the thread house out in fear. So their departure made the fear less rampant in the atmosphere lurking inside the thread house. Some of the silent but cowering Wattpadians are hiding under a large blanket held up by four separate chairs taken on the shape of a made for tent with pillows blocking entrance to the hiding place. Except for some small holes leading into the safe place are left uncovered.

"Perhaps they didn't want anyone to panic," I suggest.

"Well, we are panicking all right!" Charger30Kid said.

"I have a link to the pirating website!" IAmADummy said, beside a large gate way with a swirling inside reminding me of rippling water. "If you have virus protection and want to see your stories; enter here!"

"But we just made it clear not to enter," Charger30Kid said.

"Yeah," IAmADummy said. "But the people need to see what the pirates are doing."

"I must see what has everyone panicking," I said.

I walk through the portal.

I find myself in a dark building.

"How can mortals see in this darkness?" I wonder out loud.

Then a pool of light in the distance shines out. I saw the shapes of human figures standing in the light speaking in a language I nearly distinguish at first for Korean. I pick up a dialect that is not Korean but mostly native to Vietnam in the consuming darkness. I can understand the language being spoken. Most of the comments I hear are rather rude and some of them consist of 'You thieves remove my book!' with specific titles being mentioned.

I saw white floating bars in the air receiving text.

My eyes made out the forms of other human figures standing in front of the white box.

"The royal story," I said.

The title to my story came up within the white box in bright blue text.

The text stood out to the darkness.

Then a square lowers down out of the box; I saw the cover to the story, the summery to it in English, some text beside my username in Vietnamese translating to 'Author', and below that read 'document' in Vietnamese. The book appears in my hands yet it lacked a proper bookcover. The book is hardback being brown and wooden. I open the book up to see boxes of many comments in another language bouncing right off the gray page.

I must have fans in other places than Vietnam because these comments are certainly not in Vietnamese.

At least the website is giving me credit, I thought closing the book.

I put the book back into the white box where it disappeared.

I have long learned the other features Wattpadheim as a website and know my way around it than I had known last year. When I hear a mortal say 'pirates' then I think of pirates; with a crew, a ship, a parrot, strange hats, and swords. Including their fair share of gold hidden below decks in the most unlikely of places; not forgetting their famous old guns.

What I remember about one pirate is his breath stunk so foul he could have killed a goat by speaking to it.