Marchando a la horca

'No... idiot, this is a lot more fucked up than you think, the son of a bitch used these two weeks to form the ship's shield... These two idiots are afraid of me... Everyone on this ship, they are starting to doubt me… I am the ship's shield.'

'No wonder he allowed me to sleep away from the cabins, that makes me the main culprit of the ship's 'illnesses' ... How the hell were you such an idiot not to realize that the day after the attack, he didn't allow you to be alone .. After explaining to Ron how a mermaid's poison works... When you asked him to sleep outside the cabins, he allowed you with a smile on his face.'

"That old man must have something strange..." Lucas murmured something traumatized and in a low voice, looking dazedly at the two in front of him, he couldn't manage to finish processing how he had ended up in this situation without realizing it up to now.

"..." Lucas wanted to say something to the two boys in front of him, but he noticed that they were looking at him with scared faces, Ricardo was stealthily approaching the box where they kept the knives as if preparing for the worst.

'I'm alone... I'm doomed... Someone like me can't survive being alone in these shitty waters, damn that old man played all his chips that I'm some kind of divine envoy of the Galleon...' Lucas thought while he sat on the box blocking the door biting his nails, even parts of his fingers were disappearing from how nervous he was.

'The relic isn't going to save my ass... If I stop being useful to him to accomplish the mission, he's going to look for the second-best courier candidate, which is... the captain of this ship or the first mate of it.. .'

'The relic is trying to get rid of me as I am no longer useful to him... That is why the captain is going to bring about my death and when he has my corpse... he is going to be forced by the relic to become the next messenger...'

'No... If the relic wanted me dead, it could force me to kill myself... Since Ron and The Captain figured out how attitude changes work... The relic doesn't cause them anymore, because it doesn't care what happens in this fucking ship… He's confident that he's going to make it to port…'

'...' Lucas stopped reflecting on the subject, it no longer made sense to do so, he stopped biting his fingernails, his only arm fell to the ground, as if he had lost the strength to hold it and drops of blood began to drain of his fingers staining the floor.

But Lucas didn't seem to care about the pain, he stared at the kitchen ceiling, as if he had lost his soul.

'There's no point in reflecting on it anymore... I'm alone... I can't survive alone... Whatever happens... I'm already dead' It was Lucas's last thought, before the tears began to stain her face, making the kitchen ceiling boards blur.

The other two boys were still scared, even if it seemed that Lucas was a little calmer, he was still acting too weird, Ricardo already had a knife in his hand and positioned himself in a corner of the kitchen, entrenching himself with some boxes.

For his part, Taras was somewhat afraid, he did not seem to be so corrupted by the sirens, so his thoughts were more innocent, and he believed that Lucas was afraid of the beating they were going to give him in the cabins, if they did not find a culprit.

But when he saw Lucas crying, his years as a sailor told him that there was something strange, something that he did not know and Lucas did.

'5 times he asked us if we knew anything about the sick...' Taras reflected, bringing up his years of experience in these mysterious seas.

'If he were guilty, he wouldn't cry like that. Probably, knowing that the three of us share his guilt, he would be laughing like a bastard. Besides, those are the cries of an innocent prisoner marching to the gallows'

'The three of us share the blame for him... Marching to the gallows' those words repeated in Taras's head as if he was on an infinite loop.

"Shit!..." Taras yelled, running towards Lucas and grabbing him by the head, so that he would stop looking at the ceiling and look into his eyes.

"What the hell is in the wine cellar, Lucas?!" Taras asked loudly, beginning to get infected with Lucas's fear.