The relic did not give a damn if he died or not, what the relic was looking for was that the message will reach the hands of the church and for that Lucas had to arrive alive at the port.

This would seem simple, but it was not, the relic had a will of its own and the rules were not fixed and more importantly, the real effects of the relic were never mentioned to him, so they were only deductions based on the experience of this trip.

Therefore, Lucas never knew the side effects, he only knew that the changes in attitude would be caused as many times as necessary for him to reach the port.

Perfect Lucas was safe: Ha ha ha, no! He was the biggest victim of the same relic.

Why weren't you informed of the conditions of the relic? ... Lucas's deduction was already proven with the loss of his hand, his life was worth nothing in this adventure, only the message he carried had weight.

What would happen if Lucas passed the message on to someone else? … Easy, that person would replace his place as messenger and the relic will decide which of the two to kill.

What if Lucas fucks up the mission and tries to bury the message with him? … The relic will turn him into a puppet, and his attitude would be the one to change.

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Everyone on this ship was hostage to the relic he was carrying, and if Lucas said that, they would kill him and the message would be lost with his life.

Because the relic couldn't avoid that, easy, because last night the relic lost to the captain and the first mate. The relic failed to make these two realize that the attitude changes were related to Lucas, so the relic could be defeated.

And for Lucas, knowing how to defeat the 'sword of Damocles' that hung ever closer above his head was the most important information these two bastards could offer him.

Lucas just thought as he drank the liquor nervously looking at the first officer cautiously, in the back of his mind his worst enemy was getting bigger and bigger, but the following words would define his life, trusting this time was asking loudly death.

Every word you say to this drunk could mean one less leg or arm in the future.

Just as trying to save Ricardo's life cost him a hand this time, but one less hand wasn't enough to quell the whispers in his head that screamed for him to trust this crew of sailors.

But the great show cannot be kept waiting, among a sea of murmurs asking for nonsense was the unfortunate Lucas, defying the tides in order to obtain the two treasures that would save his life.

On the one hand, these more experienced old men could help him better understand the relic's flaws, and on the other hand, they could help him reach the port, deliver the message, and save his life.

Little did the first officer understand that the silence of this cabin boy was due to a merciless battle between instinct and experience.

But finally Lucas began to move his mouth, only himself, he knew which Lucas managed to survive his own internal battle, with a trembling voice the cabin boy said: