The day was ending, the mood from the meal was not good, but luckily there was no incident, there were only 6 sailors left to share the work of 10 men plus secondary activities.

The exhausted sailors went to their nets to go to sleep, in peace and quiet, at least in their dreams they could stop working.

"Good night, Ricardo, if there is any problem tonight, don't hesitate to wake me up and I'll help you with whatever you need" Taras said with a smile, looking at the young boy in front.

"Of course, what are friends for if they don't help each other in difficult times?" Ricardo also replied with a smile on his face, he walked towards his net, jumped and stared at the ceiling for a long time, until he gathered a little strength and sat on his net.

Since he had to put on the powder every night so that the wounds did not get infected, he carefully began to remove the white rags that served as bandages, showing his hands without skin on the palms, luckily for him, he no longer felt a fuck in the hands

"Ha, ha, ha... Another good day, they are still not infected" Ricardo laughed looking at his shattered hands, if he compared them with the rest of the crew this was a good state.

"Good luck for you boy" Dima said with some sorrow, his hands were covered in yellow pus and grotesque blisters.

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"Thanks, I'll need it, good luck with the fever, don't die, one less would be a pain in the ass" Ricardo replied with a rather lively smile, then proceeded to remove the bandages from his feet, they also had blisters everywhere and some cuts, but at least the skin was still attached.

"Good night everyone, guys, 14 more days and I'll pay you all the whores!" Ricardo yelled before going to sleep.

"Good night, cabin boy... yes... we always make it out alive!" Ron replied, rumbling around the room as he looked with concern at the sorry state of his men.

The greetings continued to be exchanged for a while, it was a new custom that Taras and Ricardo had created with the aim of improving the spirits of the group.

'Ron still wants to motivate, even in these last few weeks..., Dima is more dead than alive and the captain is getting more and more nervous, the sailors need one last push and we got it. I have to bet tomorrow, one more death is not going to be easy to load on the conscience of these lunatics and much less on their body, more work is unacceptable'. Ricardo thought lying from his net, while he looked at the wounds of all the sailors.

Night came and all the sailors slept on their nets or rather passed out from exhaustion on their nets. It was then that the main actor of the show opened his eyes.

Like every night for a week, Ricardo had to go and answer the call of nature, although tonight he had another mission, which was to prepare the ground for the following week.

Ricardo woke up, passed by Taras's bed, but the old fisherman didn't wake him up, he already seemed tired enough to ask him for an extra effort, like the one Ricardo was making tonight.

With firm steps, without fear of being heard and with a bucket full of sailor's shit, our hero left the cabins for the adventure of his life.