Guardando Los Pescados

Lucas and Taras were in the galley, already told by the sailors which fish to keep and which to throw away, so the only thing left to do was to process some and store the rest in the supply boxes.

Lucas had acquired quite a lot of skill in the kitchen in recent months, so he had the task of processing those fish that could not be stored directly.

At this moment he was fighting, trying to cut up and remove the viscera from the giant tortoise that he had in front of him, his skill was not bad, and he knew where to place the knife to go boning quickly.

In order to butcher the sea beast, Lucas pricked it with a metal rod on the table, and in this way he managed to keep the turtle from moving. It was one of the techniques that he learned in these 2 weeks that he had been one-armed, little by little he got used to his new lifestyle, or so it seemed, because more than once he had started crying in private for the loss.

Taras for his part was storing the fish in the warehouse boxes.

*Hiiiii* The door boards creaked

The two boys stopped their tasks, because they had heard someone enter.

"Did it go well with the captain, Ricardo?" Lucas asked when he saw his friend's face stained with tears.

"Yes, the truth is that very well, it seems that he had only been concerned about what had happened to me this morning" Ricardo answered, approaching Taras to help him put the fish away.

"And he told you something else? Because you were there for a long time, and it seems that you were crying" Taras asked curiously.

"Not much, we talked a little about the sick boys, but not much more" Ricardo said, but then he slightly regretted what he had said and tried to hide it by quickly finishing the preparation of the supply box in front of him.

"And did you get any information? The guys in the cabins are very worried" Lucas asked.

"No, the truth is that he only asked me if I had seen someone suspicious" Ricardo said, but then he regretted what he had said a little and tried to hide it by quickly finishing the preparation of the supply box in front of him.

He covered the upper part of the box full of fish with yellowish paper, and then he looked for the lid of the box and on the ends Ricardo placed a kind of greasy mass. Then Ricardo placed the lid of the box, it seemed that the greasy mass helped the lid of the box to be fixed.

*Ha, ha, ha* Taras river like a bastard

"The captain asked you about any suspects... ha ha ha" Taras laughed even louder, echoing throughout the kitchen.

'Shit, I can tell' Ricardo thought, cursing not having been smarter.

"You could tell from miles away that something strange was happening, if he asked you for the name of a suspect, it is because there is clearly a culprit and this is not a simple disease..." Taras said, sitting on a box, it seemed that for him this discussion was more important than completing the task on time.

"And if it's not a disease, what's leaving, so many wounded in the hold..." Taras said, stopping and looking at the other two boys, as if seeking his help to understand the new dangerous situation the ship was facing.