*Knock*...*Knock*

“Come in” said a somewhat muffled voice, it seemed that they had taken the soul from the owner of the voice.

"It's me, Wily…" Ron said, entering the captain's quarters, he looked at Wiliam who seemed to be writing something in his log.

The room was a mess, books were scattered everywhere, empty bottles were scattered on the floor, a large map full of hieroglyphics was open in the middle of the captain's table, with a rusty knife stuck on an island.

The captain looked at Ron walking through the door, as was logical the protocol salute was being carried out and the captain was carrying a gold pistol, which was pointed at Ron's forehead.

"You know, firing that gun leads to the same result as not firing it, if I wanted to kill you... Either way, you wouldn't really get what you want, but either way I die..." Ron complained. , already quite tired of his friend's paranoia.

"Yes... I know... it's just custom... Now, how many participated in the mutiny?... I hope the greedy cabin boys have lied with the list of names, 5 sailors less is a lot..." He said Wiliam, however, not under his golden pistol.

Ron looked at his friend, he didn't quite know how to tell him that only 5 sailors survived, his only serious job was to control the sailors. Last night it had failed, condemning the entire crew to a critical situation where their ability to reach port was in doubt.

"Unfortunately, there were 5 mutineers…" Ron said, he knew the total death question would come, but he wanted to keep running from it as much as possible.

Hearing the number, Wiliam got up from his chair and left the cabins for the first time in a few weeks. Somewhat dazed, Ron followed his friend.

Wiliam saw the deck, the 5 sailors and Dima were working, who also looked at him dazed as if they had seen a ghost. The captain ignored the sailors, climbed into the empty helmsman's area, walked over to the rail, looked at the sea, then the gun in his hand, then the sea. As if making a decision, he violently threw the golden pistol into the sea and watched as it sank.

"... Why not give it to some of these poor devils, that thing is worth more than the ship..." Ron commented somewhat dazed upon seeing the scene.

"I'm a coward, Ron, I was afraid of dying in the hands of a mutiny and screwing up a life sailing these seas..."

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Ron remained silent, he knew that the captain only feared being killed by his own men, but he had never heard it from his own mouth, he had only deduced it over time.

"This ship went to shit, not because everyone went crazy, but because I didn't do anything to prevent it…" The captain said thoughtfully, looking at the infinite horizon of the sea.

Wiliam looked in his shirt, a gold flask full of jewels could be found inside, he took a drink, emptied it, threw it into the sea, watched as it sank and meanwhile said in an animated tone, not hitting with the humor of the rest of the sailors on the ship:

"Navigating the spirit world... We'll all sail together again, Ron... Do you want me to tell you how to navigate those waters?"

“No” A resounding 'no' was heard from behind the captain.

Hearing the answer, Wiliam stared at the horizon, smiling greedily.

"You know why I told you to set an example for the boys in this riot, right?" The captain asked without turning around, he didn't want to see Ron's face today.

"So there won't be a third mutiny on this trip…" Ron said with some hesitation, he didn't like the abnormal state of the captain, the last time they started these questions, he ended up discovering something he didn't want to know.

"Yeah…and you did it Ron, I doubt there will be a third mutiny… How many guys are left alive after the mutiny?" William asked with a serious face and some expectation for the answer.

"Only 5 sailors, 7 if we count the higher ups, unfortunately the situation is quite complicated, we might not get out of this alive" Ron said looking at William's back with great concern, this could be their last trip together.

Wiliam did not answer for a few minutes, he stared at the horizon with a big smile on his face, it seemed the smile of an old man greeting death, while he said:

"Didn't you find it strange that most of the deaths will come after the riot?"

"Yes...the sailors of the mutiny knew where to attack me so that I would have to go into a coma...the sailors who survived knew that I couldn't wake up again once I go to sleep, the two facts were leaked, probably by the same person who organized the whole mutiny" Ron replied with a disgusted face, if it wasn't for Wiliam not leaving his cabin for so long, he would have left before answering, he knew that this always ends badly.

Wiliam rested his arms on the rail, as if he were tired, and asked:

"And who of those who survived know that information?"

"Dima… and…" Ron fell silent, but his heart already guessing the right answer, he decided to turn around and go back to work on the deck.

"'The doubt also bitter, no, ron?…" The captain asked, before Ron could escape by the stairs of the helm area.

"Yes, bitter, but there are things that are better not to know and to live happily in ignorance…" Ron replied sadly as he walked down the stairs from the helmsman.

But when Ron went down the stairs far enough not to see Wiliam's back, a scream echoed across the deck.

"What a great captain I am... Ha, ha, ha!!", Wiliam laughed like a wretch, looking at the horizon as if there was something hiding behind him.

"We're going to get out alive, William!!" Ron yelled with a few tears streaming down his face as he finished walking down the steps from the helm.

"We always do!" Ron yelled at the top of his lungs as he ended up breaking down in tears.

"Ha ha ha... Or we'll die trying... Ha ha ha!!" Wiliam River with open arms towards the horizon as if trying to catch a wish.