A Pescar, Grumetes!

Two weeks had passed since the siren's attack, morale was through the roof because the goddess was taking care of them. The ritual had managed to stabilize the minds of several sailors and gave them the necessary encouragement to continue this fateful journey, however, many sailors were depressed and had not smiled for several days.

Luckily for the captain, there were no more deaths in these weeks, or so he had notified the crew, what did happen was an outbreak of seriously ill patients, who were being treated by Ron and Dima in the hold.

Today, the three boys woke up early to go catch some food for the crew.

"Well two weeks passed, I managed to stretch the matter by saying that we already had food to throw overboard, but the food ran out little by little" Taras said somewhat tired

"And to top it off, they made us throw away a good part of the reserves due to the disease, so we have no choice but to go fishing"

"The truth is that we owe you those 3 hours of sleep, Taras, unfortunately I had gotten used to sleeping comfortably" Ricardo complained, while he tried to prepare a fishing rod.

*ouch*

"They know how to fish, right?" Taras asked, seeing Ricardo hook the hook on his finger by mistake.

"The truth is that we only put together the suet, they never sent us to fish" Lucas responded by preparing the suet with some leftover food.

"In general, fishing on this boat is nothing more than throwing the fishing net, throwing the bait, and then you pull the net back with the help of the pulleys when you notice that the rope that holds the net tightens" Taras said, pointing to a species network.

"The only thing we have to do is prepare the net, throw the net, the suet and pick up the net" The new cabin boy explained succinctly.

"And the fishing rods? They seem more fun than the net..." Ricardo asked, somewhat disappointed.

"Well, we can use the fishing poles to pass the time, but we don't get much out of that" said Taras as he prepared the net.

After a long struggle they managed to throw the net into the sea, now the three boys were fishing with their rods, while they waited for something to get caught in the net.

"Did you guys used to fish in your home islands?" I ask tares something boring.

"Of course, we always went fishing in the boat, it was my dad's favorite pastime" Ricardo said longing for those beautiful days of fishing

"Not so much for me, in general I just had to stay at home waiting for the fish" Lucas said, somewhat bored "Then I learned when I grew up, in the port there were always people fishing and selling fish"

"And you, tares?" Richard asked.

"Me too, I used to work on a fishing boat before I switched to the merchant profession," Taras said, checking the tension in the ropes that held the fishing net.

"The fisherman's pay was miserable, and the work was much heavier"

"But at least it was safer..." Ricardo commented, already quite tired of being so close to death on this trip.

"Don't think so, boy..." Taras said with a rather sad face, "... There is no job without risk in these seas"

"As a fisherman, sometimes you have to get out of the safe areas to improve the profit of the day, if you get a bad captain who risks too much, you could easily die"

"... And for very little money" he muttered under his breath.

"Being a merchant is also risky anyway…"

"But this trip is abnormal, it is not common to lose more than one man on a trip along these routes..."

"And we lost more than 10, clearly the gods want us dead" Taras cursed