Another day had passed in La Vieja Ana, Taras was feeding the pigeons on the deck with a happy face,

Wiliam accompanied him on deck, with a fishing rod, trying to catch some fish.

The captain had been trying to find the stowaways with Ron all day in the lower warehouse, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of them, so he decided to listen to Ron and leave the problem to him.

"I suppose we will have to prepare for the ritual. Who of all will do it, captain?" Taras asked as he happily fed the birds, he spent 5 hours doing this, he never seems to get tired of watching the birds fight for more scraps.

"You will do it, you are the only sailor who came out alive, considering the other two as deserters, I leave the ritual to you, Taras" The captain replied, still upset because Ana had been bribed by Lucas.

"It will be an honor, captain..." Taras replied with a fake smile.

'I still remember about Lupin, bastard...' Taras thought after answering, but he had to keep playing dumb about it, like the captain did.

Due to the fatigue of all the crew members, Ron was the only one who could seriously clean the deck, however the other two crew members helped to clean a little without putting much effort into the matter.

Finally, when he was all set, Ron brought a small box onto the deck containing the ritual materials.

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According to tradition, a common box had to be found: in this case merchandise, since it was a merchant ship.

A silver plate was placed on top of the box, on which the goods to be sacrificed from the island where it was split was placed. In this case, the captain placed a glass on the plate, which was the most commonly traded commodity on this trade route.

Then the captain took out a smaller box and inside it there were a good number of blue sails all engraved with the same inscription: 'Thank you for taking care of us on this trip'

That was the farewell wish and more than a wish it was a thank you, in the particular case of this ritual, as it was very common to do, the thank you was already inscribed on one of the ritual objects.

The captain placed the candle on top of the wooden box and achieved the simple table of a traditional sailor, that is, a plate, an object, a box, and a candle.

It was much simpler than the previous ritual, but no less important for these three sailors, they had managed to survive hell and now it was time to thank all the help provided by the goddess, giving her a romantic dinner.

"That's all, we just need to wait for noon and we can sit down to eat with Tusha," Taras said, looking at the table that they all set up.

"There's still some Flup left, since you ate it while controlled, I guess you'll want to try it again, plus we kept the head, I only put the Lupine on you to keep you controlled during the trip, but if we survive, you could be free and with a very but very good amount of caps... "Said the captain was trying to improve the mood a little during the ritual, for this ship these types of rituals were more than crucial.

"Of course I trusted you, Captain!!" Taras yelled happily, he had already discarded the war trophy from him.

'Impressive, he even seems sincere' Wiliam thought in his head.