The night had finally come and Lucas was heading to his room to go to sleep, it was quite a long day, one of those days that ruin your smile for a few weeks.

So Lucas wanted to go to sleep to change things until the agreed time arrives to visit the hold, his room was located on the floor below the kitchen, where the bow store is.

The room was quite far from the cabins and the most important thing was that it was full of boxes where one could hide, before the attack of some lunatic, so Lucas could sleep peacefully.

Finally, Lucas reached the floor of his room and headed towards his door with rather tired legs, almost dragging himself from sleep, when he was able to open the door, he saw with satisfaction the safe room of his.

Logically, the long-awaited 'room' was just one more warehouse on the ship, but for Lucas, security was the only valuable thing in these final weeks until port.

With great effort, Lucas approached the net that he had installed in the room. The net was hidden and one had to move a few boxes in order to get there, which would give Lucas enough time to react in an emergency.

Finally, Lucas stretched out his right hand to reach the net, and unfortunately habit won him over.

*oof*

The nerves of the day made him forget that that hand no longer existed, causing the boy to fall to the ground under the net, hitting his face on the ground.

Blood from his broken lip stained his face and tears began to flow from his eyes, until he was crying loudly on the ground under his net.

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'I can't even go to sleep, with this shitty stump!', cursed Lucas despising his new body with hate and tears, he curled up under the net, he didn't even want to get up anymore, even that was difficult for the poor cabin boy.

'... I already gave them my arm... I gave them my future... They condemned me to this miserable life for the rest of my life...' Lucas cried, curled up on the floor, hugging himself with his arm, trying to feel the warmth of someone on his body, but the cellar only felt colder and the memory of being able to hug himself with both arms made it even more painful.

'But that wasn't enough... They want more from me... People always want more and more... They never stop asking... I saved their lives that day... Killing all my future hopes... When I get to the port, what the hell am I going to do with my life... No one is going to give this useless body a job... So useless that it can't even cut fish without the help of a bar, an idiot who can't serve food, an imbecile who can no longer sleep in his net without help'. Lucas thought as he cried harder and harder, digging the few nails he had left into his body as if wanting to get rid of him.

'But giving them my whole future wasn't enough for them, they're looking for more... Now they're after my head... But I'm not going to give it to them that easily... I'm going to get out of this alive... I'm going to get there in port, and I'm going to run along the beach and kiss the sand... Wallowing on the shore like I used to when I was a child... Laughing because I'm still alive... Because I've lost my arm, because of these bad births, but I've recovered something that I had lost a long time ago and that is my desire to live to be happy ... Not to survive, but to enjoy this life ... Since they expelled me from my house, I have always lived to see another day ... But now I want to go back to those days when I lived to enjoy life... Not just enjoy, I'm going to...'

Lucas suddenly stopped crying. His ragged breathing became more and more leisurely. He stands up. With trembling hands, he reached for a knife that he had prepared. A look full of terror appeared on his face, and with fearful steps he disappeared between the boxes of the warehouse. A group of people had entered his room.