*knock* ... *knock*

Ricardo was enthusiastically cooking in the kitchen, when he noticed that they had knocked on the door.

"Come in, what the hell is it for?" Said the boy, without turning to look, concentrating on his task.

He heard the kitchen door open behind him, so someone must have entered the kitchen.

"Perhaps he thinks you are entering the captain's cabin, why the hell are you bothering the cook by knocking on the door, the next one there will be no knocking..." Ricardo continued annoyed, this sailor on his back was bothering in the kitchen, if he were alive the cook would have thrown him out by now, but as a cabin boy he couldn't do the same.

The person who entered the kitchen went to look for something in the boxes at the back, but it seemed that he did not know where what he was looking for was, so he put the boxes back in their place.

"You're going to make so much noise, bastard, I'm doing a very important job right now, if I cook badly everyone is going to eat shit tonight..." But then Ricardo remembered how delicious the bar was and added "and not from Fooga, I mean human shit" "Come in, what the hell is it for?" Said the boy, without turning to look, concentrating on his task.

"..." The person behind was only silent for a while, but then he confidently went back to searching other boxes.

"I mean, it's not that I've tried other types of shit... Much less eat what other's shit, it's just an expression" Ricardo said, realizing the problem, like a good nobleman, he couldn't make it seem like he had tasted the taste from other people's shit.

"..." The person behind stopped the tireless search for him, and stared at the boy's back for a long time, in silence.

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As if he had made up his mind, he approached the young boy's back slowly, as if he was afraid that the other person would hear him.

*Footstep* ... *Footstep*

The person was getting closer to the cabin boy, who seemed too focused on his task to notice.

But then he turned away, as if it wasn't the right time yet, and went back to searching the boxes near the boy's back.

Ricardo felt that there was a ruckus behind him, but nothing would interrupt his first great task as a cabin boy, although he had been cooking for a few weeks, today was a special day, and he deserved a special meal, he thought, it was a pity that there were not the indicated ingredients .

"I shouldn't have wasted so many good ingredients on unimportant meals, now I understand why the fat man always reserved a few boxes with good food" Ricardo complained, somewhat irritated by the man's noise, who kept searching more and more desperately

"Certainly, I have the spices, but the main ingredient is still a problem, we wasted almost all of it, now there is only shit left ... and not from Fooga"

"If you're looking for the utensils, they're in the box on the bottom right, idiot!!" Ricardo yelled, already too irritated by the noises coming from behind him, "...there are only the few spices I have left, to make this important meal, so don't touch those boxes anymore!"

"..." The person behind, stopped abruptly, as if the boy's words had affected him, he slowly approached the boy's back until he was breathing on his neck.

"Thank you..." Said a hoarse voice on the boy's neck.

But Ricardo didn't seem to care about the idiot who was breathing down his neck like a moron, nothing was going to interrupt his important mission, Dima's confidence depended on it.

The Man in the back turned and went to the boxes that Ricardo mentioned, while he asked in a somewhat excited way "There are also the knives, young man?"

"Yes moron, I don't know if you noticed that I'm working!!" Ricardo yelled at the annoyed intruder, "If I say that the utensils are there, it's because they're all there, idiot!"

The man got excited and started searching the boxes desperately, as if a treasure was hidden in them.

"If I only had good ingredients, I could really cook a great meal..." Ricardo continued to complain.

"... Yes, a meal worthy of a noble, like me!!" Ricardo shouted proudly.

The man on his back seemed to have found what he was looking for and slowly walked up to the young boy's back.

"...If a meal worthy of a Montes, like me..." Ricardo murmured softly, as he turned to see the annoying intruder, breathing on his neck.