"I wish it was as simple as you say, old man…" Lucas muttered to himself, as he looked at the cabin's ceiling boards.

But the truth of his story was already buried in his heart, a truth long covered up with lies and deceit.

Lucas was only looking to sleep, already the fatigue was becoming unbearable, but his head kept turning over the matter: why live, if you are going to live like this.

A solitary life, either in a church or on a boat, going wherever the wind takes you.

With no one to trust, no one to lean on when you can't follow the path.

It's not like Lucas never tried to change his destiny, but trying and achieving were always different things.

Life taught him to take care of himself, the more you try to get the other's help, the more he will disappoint you.

But it was not a lesson that he learned without sacrifices, for each attempt to find a new path, an abyss was where he ended up walking.

There were already many wounds in his body and much more wounds in his heart, time was supposed to heal them, but he realized that he would not live forever, so he stopped waiting.

He learned to lower his head and accept whatever comes, with only one goal: to continue living.

No matter how bad his life was, death still scared him.

He didn't want to cease to exist, he didn't want his story to be just a long list of failures.

That was the only engine of his life, the last breath of an empty heart.

It all boiled down to living for fear of dying.

Lucas finally managed to close his eyes, thanks to the help of the wind hitting the sails, the creaking timbers on the deck, the waves hitting the wood, the sweet voice in his ear, and the ship rocking to the rhythm of the ocean.

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But something was wrong...

"Why does it feel weird this time" Lucas muttered to himself "... if every night I heard the same voice, since I got to this ship"

Lucas felt that today's voice was different from yesterday's... and the day before yesterday, but he decided to ignore it, the voice was still just as relaxing anyway.

His eyelashes closed, his body snuggled into the net, and slowly the boy entered the world of dreams.

*Knife drops and splash*…*Knife drops and splash*

Lucas opened his eyes suddenly. Cold sweat ran down his back. And everything around him became unknown.

"Last time I ignored the weird noise…" Lucas muttered, his voice trembling, "…someone died."

"This voice..." Lucas wiped the sweat that was accumulating on his forehead, "... I remember it"

"But it's impossible..." Lucas looked around him, the sailors lying in their nets that seemed to give security, began to scare him.

"Because I'm lying on a net, while I listen to this voice..." Lucas muttered "...I'm not home, I can never go home again..."

"Why the fuck would someone like me deserve to be hearing this voice again!!" Lucas yelled.

Lucas jumped out of his net and looked to his sides, but everyone was still sleeping. He approached Ricardo's bed. He took the rusty knife and cut her cheek. Not only that, but he tried yelling at him, slapping him and pulling him out of his net.

"She didn't wake up…" Lucas muttered as he headed for the cabin door.

The castaway stopped at the door, turned around and saw everyone sleeping, looked straight ahead again, at the stairs to go out on deck.

He stood there for a few minutes, trying to work up the courage he never had, but the look on his increasingly frightened face indicated that he wasn't succeeding.

Finally, he turned around one last time and headed for his net.

The steps were slow, as if each step weighed more than the previous one.

His footsteps stopped at Ricardo's net, but he didn't turn to see him, and he continued the heavy march towards his net while some tears began to come from the castaway's eyes.

Finally, Lucas was in front of his net. He stared at her for a few minutes while he cried.

Lucas wiped the tears from his face and lay down on his net. He tried to curl up and go back to sleep, but it was impossible despite the sweet voice in his ear.

He stared up at the boarded ceiling of the cabin, tears welling up on his face again.

"You're all going to die…" Lucas muttered, as he listened to his heartbeat slow down, "….but I don't plan on dying here."

The castaway's eyes finally stopped crying and began to close, Lucas snuggled into his net and let the sweet voice guide him to the world of dreams.