Tara's was sleeping in his net, the waves of the sea rocked him and his mind rocked with them. A life on a ship ends up making one's own thoughts flow as the oceans dictate, and today it seemed to be another 'quiet' day aboard La Vieja Ana.

The smell of salt water filled Taras's nostrils, and she jumped awake in his web. He knew it, it was time to get to work, he wasn't wearing a watch, but his fisherman's instinct had dictated it that way and that's how it should be done.

With calm steps he approached Ricardo's net, the boy was sleeping peacefully, he looked very cute sleeping, he was like a baby, but instead of toys surrounding him, there were empty bottles of alcohol.

"Time to wake up, boy," Taras said, pulling some bottles off his body and moving the net around a bit.

"It's coming mom, it's still early..." Ricardo said, as he snuggled into his net, to continue sleeping.

"Ha ha ha you drunk, yesterday I was your dad, and now I'm a woman…" Taras laughed, but quietly, he didn't want to wake up the other sailors who were still sleeping.

"The goddess asks for it, let's go, it's time, boy" said Taras going to the deck, the task could not be ignored, not when the sea asked for it, sending such a beautiful morning, although there was still a little bit left for sunrise.

"I'm coming, wait a bit, why don't you sleep a few more hours, there's no reason to be impatient, you can always wait for the day to get even better, right, fisherman?" Ricardo said lazily, while he went back to sleep, almost knowing the result of the talk by heart.

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"Eh... yes, the night is nice, but it would be a shame not to wake up when it's already dawn to be able to enjoy the sun in the ocean with all its splendor, I hope we have a good fishing today too" Taras said smiling as he returned to his net.

When Taras bounded in his net, Ricardo woke up and took out a half-empty bottle from his side and took a deep drink, then kept it by his side as if it were a souvenir.

"Little by little, the alcohol wears off…" Ricardo murmured as he curled up to sleep.

The two slept, until Ron found them sleeping and woke them up with a bucket of cold water, sending them to clean the deck.

The deck seemed normal enough, a little emptier than usual, but the smiling faces of the sailors at work made everything seem normal.

The only detail that stood out a little at sight were three people hanging on the candles, their bodies were already decomposing and one of the people had already dropped half of his body, so there were only some guts hanging instead of his legs.

The smell of putrefaction would not seem to matter to the sailors, who were happily working on their tasks.

Going up and seeing the sun hitting his face, Ricardo, with quite a headache and with a bad face, complained: "There are fewer and fewer bottles of alcohol, luckily there are only two more weeks to go, before there were only two more weeks to go and now not so much, there were two more weeks to go"

"To make matters worse, these corpses do not help with cleaning, every day we have to clean a new part of the body that fell off"

"Remember not to complain out loud on deck, idiot, I followed your role, complaints only in the helmsman's area" Taras muttered from behind him.

Ricardo's bad face fled from his face and a somewhat depressive face appeared, while he began to clean the deck without speaking, from time to time he looked at a sailor and gave him a cordial greeting, then he went back to work, until he finished his job.

When Ron finished, he sent them into the kitchen.