The night had arrived and all the sailors were in their positions, prepared for the incidents to begin to occur.

But nothing happened, and the nerves began to play tricks on them.

Paulo, was sitting on a box at the cabin door, various algae and exotic plants could be found in scattered jars next to him.

From time to time he would take one of the jars and put some seaweed in his mouth. Then he would spit it out and put another one, it would seem that he was planning to spend the whole night that way.

For his part, Lucas was trying to fall asleep, he had long ago discovered what kind of sea beast they were facing, so he knew that everything the captain had prepared would be of no use. All day today, he had used it to process the death of his new traveling companions.

And he wasn't planning on telling anyone what he knew either, because if he did, questions would inevitably arise.

Lucas's fear was never in the sea beast that was attacking the ship, but in that the truth would be discovered by these sailors.

He knew that while he pretended to be a simple shipwrecked man, his life would not be in danger, but if he helped these sailors, he would be calling death himself.

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Finally, the sweet voice lurked in Lucas's ear again and helped Lucas to sleep, but before doing so he looked at the Helmsman one last time, as if that was his way of saying goodbye to a fellow traveler.

The helmsman kept tasting the seaweed from him, as if he couldn't hear the sweet voice yet.

He didn't feel like talking to Lucas either, for him this was his farewell from the earthly world and the beginning of the new journey to the spiritual world, he didn't trust that the captain could save them all, where hundreds had failed.

This was his last night, and he lived it as such, quietly enjoying the few pleasures he still had left in this life.

But the night went on. The waves of the sea were becoming more and more comfortable in his ears.

Some time ago the algae and grass that he had in front of him ceased to interest them, as if they were inconsequential in the face of what was coming.

During these few remaining hours of the night, he didn't choose to think about his family, or his friends, or himself.

He didn't reflect on anything, he just breathed and enjoyed breathing

There was no peace, there was no hate, there was no sadness, there was no happiness, there was no regret.

There was only an old, withered body staring at nothingness itself as he breathed.

This was how death felt, this was his call, a call that all humans can recognize when it is time to die.

It was nothingness itself, it was the simple breathing of this old man.

But his peace didn't last long, as a playful voice could be heard from the deck.

"Fear not those sea beasts, my prince charming, the princess is to the rescue!" A childish voice shouted from the deck.