The sailors, out of curiosity, went to see what was inside the box, all of them were disgusted with what they saw or at least they appear to be, because the obsessions of those who survived must not be very simple.

"Do you know what it is, Taras?" Ricardo asked with a bitter face.

"A ritual of that there is no doubt, but as the captain said, we have to see who they dedicated it to, we cannot offend Tusha or the Galleon." Taras said with a smile, not giving a damn about the contents of the box.

Ricardo looked at Taras's smile and accompanied him a little in his madness, saying: "Good fishing, right?"

"Excellent fishing, boy, I had heard rumors of the 'Flup', but fishing one is a real pride, it is one of those things that you can tell in the fishermen's bars and the bar stays quiet to listen to you better". Taras said and although it seems exaggerated some tears of happiness ran down his face, while he looked at the big fish as if it were his newly married son.

"When we cook it, I'm going to keep my head, I think I'm going to ask the captain to return the favor we gave him with that" Taras, went ahead of the orders and went to look for the barrels to store the fish.

After a while, Dima came to the deck, he had a couple of boxes in his hands, he opened them and said: "Here they are, those who have bleeding hands put the white powder on the wound and cover it with these rags. "

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Ricardo was one of the first to approach the box, his hands, and gloves had been completely red with his own blood after fighting in the fishing, he took the jar with the white powder and opened it, then he grabbed some of the gray rags in the other box.

He very carefully took off his gloves to see how bad his hands had been, when he took them off the fell to the ground suddenly, luckily Dima helped him not to hit himself.

"Mmm... They don't look good, boy, the skin on your palms tore..." Dima said somewhat worried, but his mind already knew that this was going to end up happening, the only thing he didn't expect was that the most young was the first unfortunate.

Ricardo looked at his hands with fear, tears, and a lot of pain, several portions of the skin on his hands had disappeared and the red meat shedding blood could be seen, the gloves now had the missing portions of his skin glued .

Seeing the stunned boy, Dima took the white bottle and sprinkled some powder on the boy's hands:

*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!* A scream of pain echoed through the deck.

Dima didn't care about the boy's pain and bandaged his hands with the rag, while telling him: "I would lie to you and tell you that they will get better, young man, but those things don't happen in reality, pray to the goddess so that they don't infect and lose one of our two hands..."

"You better not think about it too much... and focus on not losing it, death is absolute, a pair of hands, it is not"

When Ricardo heard that, he looked at his bandaged hands, little by little they became distorted, and he ended up passing out on the deck.

"How cruel the sea is... Especially with young people" murmured Dima, looking at Ricardo passed out, he had wet his pants from fear and his face was completely stained with tears.