The three boys finally finished cooking the food and were getting ready to eat it on the deck, it had been a long day and another night was to come.

The captain arranged a large table, on which the pots with the prepared food were placed, so that the sailors could come with their plates to collect their portion.

The boys were on the other side of the table, serving sailors hungry for a day's sailing.

Most of the sailors were quite nervous, because the night was approaching, so a good meal, like a last supper, always helped to keep the nerves a little lower.

Lucas already knew that absolutely nothing was going to happen and in fact he had told the captain to get a little closer to him, his survival strategy had changed from getting away from all the problems, to being useful and indispensable for survival ship's.

Now Lucas's fear was all the sailors on board, affected by the encounter of the sirens, so from his point of view, sticking like a parasite to Wiliam and Ron, who were not affected, was the best option to survive.

But unfortunately for the sailors, the captain decided to take advantage of the information given by Lucas, to fake a false victory over the sirens tonight and thus raise the morale of the crew a little.

Finally, the three boys began to distribute the food, luckily for them, all the sailors were drugged by the bars, so there were only smiles among the crew.

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Even when Lucas accidentally spilled some food on one of the sailors while serving him, the sailor just laughed and encouraged him to keep trying to rule the world of one-handed men.

Without disturbance, the food was served quickly, and finally it was the turn of the three cooks to taste their own food.

"It took us a long time to make this meal this time, but it seems that it was worth it, everyone is happier than usual, practically everyone repeated their portions" Lucas said, somewhat tired from the long day.

"Ha, ha, ha, the truth is that it cost a lot, especially preparing the ingredients, I practically started cooking when they woke me up on the deck" Ricardo said, very proud of the scene in front of him.

Ricardo poured himself his portion and ate it with relish, as he murmured, "Finally, a meal worthy of a nobleman."

Taras tiredly also served his portion, while he muttered to himself, "This time, you are going to earn a good fortune with this trip."

Finally, it was Lucas's turn, and he gladly served his portion, although it cost him a bit, after serving so many sailors he got the hang of it, today's food really smelled quite good, Lucas thought as he served himself

With a trembling spoon due to lack of habit, Lucas, after a lot of work, was able to taste the food they had made.

*Coff* ... *Coff* After trying it, Lucas began to cough like crazy.

"What's wrong, Lucas, you didn't like the food?" Taras asked.

*Coff* ... "On the contrary, this thing is great" Lucas said, throwing the whole plate into his mouth and swallowing it in one gulp

*Cough* ... *Cough*

"Shit, I think the bar is starting to affect me" Lucas said, holding his belly with one hand

"Ricardo, keep the leftovers in the kitchen and don't let these bastards eat it" Lucas said, running inside the boat as if the urgency won him.

"Ha, ha, ha... I don't know why I'm laughing, if I'm going to be the same tonight" Ricardo cursed as he laughed seeing the scene.