Ricardo was trying to open the door of the warehouse in the bow. Taras watched from the stairs with a gun in his hand, pointed at the stairwell opening.

"Boy, open the door the fuck-up! The riot is about to start, I don't want to be in the middle of the corridor if things get complicated" Taras yelled, today it didn't matter whether or not to make noise, what mattered was not staying caught up in the mutiny or side fights...

Ultimately, the day of the mutiny was a good day to do whatever you wanted on the ship. For example, the boys tried to get Paulo drugs without the others noticing.

"Someone blocked the door on the other side! , or do you think I don't understand what situation we're in!" Richard scream.

"How the hell are they going to lock it from the inside? It's the warehouse in the fucking bow, there's no other entrance than that, someone locked the door, idiot!" Taras yelled angrily because things weren't going according to plan.

"We could have some idiot inside who got ahead of us, this warehouse is the emergency one, the captain would not lock it, and he would not give it to another sailor for no good reason" Ricardo said pushing the door with more force

*piuu* ... *piuu*

Hearing the shots, Taras's patience was lost, he ran to the door and shot the lock, logically it was useless. He kicked hard and managed to break part of the door. Ricardo, seeing the situation, also helped to break the wooden door, until they managed to create a small opening in the door and slipped through it into the darkness of the warehouse room.

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Then they used the dim light in the corridor to find the oil lamp in the storeroom, with the lights on, the two began to place boxes to cover the entrance like crazy, their heads seemed to be programmed to do that automatically. With the door covered, the hysteria ended and they returned to their normal states.

"There's an amazing rotten smell in this shitty warehouse" Ricardo complained, looking around him.

"Look at the ceiling..." Taras said, somewhat surprised by what he was seeing.

A corpse was hanging from the ceiling, rocking with the tide, the vast majority of its body already rotted away.

"Paulo... seriously, no one noticed this smell?" Ricardo complained, looking astonished at the former helmsman of La Vieja Ana.

"Look at the door, someone put resin and oil in the openings, clearly they didn't want the smell to escape, not only that look at the fucking lock, it looks forced, someone went to the trouble to lock the door without the keys... Do you know someone on the ship that knows how to do that?" Taras asked, looking at the door.

The now broken wooden door was covered on its ends with the same resin used to cover the supply crates and also if one were to look closely one would see that the lock on the door is full of scratches. Showing that it was sought to activate the mechanism of the door without the key, it was a door of the interior warehouse of a ship, not that of a bank full of gold, its lock was quite simple and almost all the doors opened and closed with a single master key.

'I guess the outside of the lock was also scratched, but I stupidly put a bullet in it, I was the one who caused this, but it doesn't seem like it… How much skill, you have to close it also from the inside just for caution… and more importantly, why?' Taras wondered, wanting to replicate the bearded man's abilities, if that drunk could, so could he, his pride told him.

"I don't know anyone… Why didn't they want them to find Paulo's body?" Ricardo asked with doubt, looking at the corpse attentively.

"I don't know… But the only thing that matters to me now is that the person who sent this whole scandal to himself hasn't been able to find Paulo's drugs until now." Taras said as he abandoned his task as a detective and continued with the mission, he was not in a hurry, the plan was to stay here all night and wait for the riot situation to be controlled.