"The few bottles that we managed to hide, we keep in the kitchen, unfortunately they are running out and everyone started to do the same, so it is difficult to get bottles out of the cellar" Ricardo murmured, as he headed towards the kitchen.

Armin followed Ricardo's back, expecting what might happen in the kitchen.

Slowly, they got closer, neither of them wanted to make noises, they seemed to fear that the rest of the sailors on the ship would find out what was going to happen next.

But Armin stopped in the middle of the corridor, and with some fear he murmured to Ricardo:

"If anyone finds out we're having one of the few remaining bottles of alcohol, we're dead"

Ricardo turned around and saw the young Armin trembling with fear in the middle of the corridor.

"So many shitty days we spend on this ship working for others, we deserve a break, don't you think, Armin?" Ricardo murmured taking Armin's hand and approaching his face, he whispered in his ear, saying: "Believe me, we are both going to have fun in the kitchen"

Without waiting for the young sailor to reply, Ricardo, holding Armin's hand, continued his slow walk towards the kitchen.

Armin's head was in the clouds, but he decided to pay attention to Ricardo's hand that guided him to the kitchen, when he reached the door, Ricardo opened the door carefully, as if trying not to squeak.

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The door seemed to be blocked by something, so Ricardo could only push it a little and had to slide over the small opening that he had created to enter through the door.

Armin saw Ricardo disappear through the opening in the door and into the darkness of the unlit kitchen, following in his footsteps he pushed the door a little and slipped through the opening that was formed, also heading towards the dark kitchen.

Upon entering, Armin stood in the dark, waiting for Ricardo to light the oil lamp in the room, and that was how it happened.

The lamp snapped on. Armin freaked out and opened his mouth, but a rag came out from behind his back and covered his mouth, preventing the screams from coming out of his mouth. Armin began to cry and fight with the person behind him covering his mouth, but before he could launch the first elbow towards the assailant's back, the man who had lit the lamp landed a knife on his throat.

*mmmm* ...*mmmm*

Armin writhed in pain, the man in front pulled the knife from his neck and started stabbing him, while he was held by the man in the back who was worried that Armin wouldn't get the rag out of his mouth.

*mmmmmmm* ... *The knife enters, the cries come out.*

*mmmm*... *Knife goes in, blood comes out.*

*mm* ...*Knife goes in, guts come out*

Armin kept getting stabbed, screaming in pain, until he gradually lost consciousness and died.

"Are you okay, boy?", Taras murmured seeing the young boy full of blood, the last thing he wanted was to stab his friend by mistake.

"Not so much, the bastard bit my finger, while he covered his mouth" Ricardo complained, kicking Armin's lifeless corpse, while he held a bleeding finger.

"Don't talk loud, we've already made too much noise" Taras muttered, lifting the dead man onto his shoulders and gently placing him on a box.

"There are clean clothes in that box, put away the dirty ones, clean yourself with the barrel of water and we'll go to sleep, we'll continue the rest of the work tomorrow, during cooking time" Taras said, taking off the blood-stained clothes.

*Puff* ... *Puff* A loud noise was heard in the kitchen.