Tarde

Lucas and Ricardo went to the kitchen to carry out their routine, luckily for the sailors on board from cooking so much, the culinary skills of the two boys were improving over time.

"How miserable, how can they not let us fire our weapons?" Said Ricardo, while a fish was cut neatly in half, revealing a row of spines on one side.

"If you think about it, the ship should have stores full of gunpowder and bullets" Lucas replied, while the sweet potato peels flew through the air from the speed he had with his hands

"Practically, they should be the same way they left the port, if they never had an incident where they required gunpowder"

"Perhaps the captain fears that in these waters he will have to use too much" comments Ricardo

"It's been many days sailing these waters, every time a week passes they tell us that another one is missing" Lucas said with some doubt "I just hope we don't run out of food"

"As long as I've fished in the waters and the goddess of good fortune, I don't think we'll have problems with food…" Ricardo commented, cutting his fish into small squares.

"... But if I'm honest, I'm sick of always eating fish, more and more I understand why the cook said that nobody has taste buds on this ship"

"I'd kill some mollusks…" Lucas muttered as he squared the sweet potatoes.

"If we hadn't taken a detour, by now we would have been in Los Alamos" Ricardo commented as he cooked his fish, "I would be enjoying the life of a sailor in port..."

"In a bar full of women who wanted to steal my salary and other sailors who wanted to tell their anecdotes to forget their problems"

"And above all, I would be with a table full of well-cooked food and alcohol that didn't taste like piss water…"

"Ha, ha, ha. ... Although the truth is I never completed any trip, so I can only imagine" Ricardo laughed.

"I'd be trying to figure out how to get them to take me back as an initiate in the local church, so they don't send me back to the ocean," Lucas said, tossing his sweet potatoes into the fire.

The two boys continued to complete their repetitive tasks as normal, and soon the afternoon was drawing to a close.

Already quite tired, the two decided to spend their free time sleeping, because tomorrow they would have to wake up two hours earlier than the rest to be able to practice shooting.

Lucas, with his legs quite tired, went towards his net, in it he began to look at the ceiling, hoping that fatigue would do the rest and sleep would come to take over him.

Meanwhile contemplative, Lucas began to think about how he had already become quite accustomed to life aboard this ship.

He already had enough people whom he could consider as friends and enough anecdotes that would accompany him throughout his life.

Finally, Lucas lived in peace, layer's life as a cabin boy was not the most exciting life in the world, but it was a quite happy life.

Lucas believed that if it weren't for the dangers of the ocean, this would be the perfect life for him.