The Sailor's Destiny

The night had finally passed, and a new sun was peeking over the horizon, the sailors were called by Ron to the deck, they needed to make a count to verify the number of survivors.

The sailors lined up to be counted, wounds were not lacking and smiles were few. There were those who smiled for the simple fact of being alive to see the sun, but there were also those who smiled for having managed to satisfy their darkest obsessions.

The sad faces were the most frequent, many friends had left and many stories full of joy were lost on this night, the atmosphere was not good, but it was peaceful, there were no grudges left, and they would be resolved privately, later, Well, now is not the right time.

"And the captain, where is he?" Dima asked, she hadn't seen him on the deck for a long time.

"Where always, where he has to be for everything to work." Ron replied, Wiliam's attitude no longer bothered him, 2 mutinies on the same trip was a disgrace that no captain would easily accept, much less one who sailed these seas for so long.

"Is everyone there? Are you sure?" Ron asked, a little scared, there weren't many people on deck.

"Yes, there are only 7 of us left, I counted the two of us and the captain, but it's only 2 more weeks of travel to reach Los Alamos, we could come across a surveillance boat. In these safe waters, all you have to do is continue going forward." Said Dima, she knew that these 7 souls were worth more than an island right now for this ship.

"7 alive... The number that managed to survive the first trip of this ship was 10... another tragedy is repeated and this time, it's even worse... I hope that Ana takes care of these boys" Ron said sadly She wanted to cry, but she shouldn't, not now, it wasn't the time to be weak, it was the time to be strong to keep the sanity of those who were left.

"We can sail, right?" Dima asked, almost yelling at him.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth?... But maybe you don't like it..." Ron said aloud, to share the conversation with all the sailors present.

"Yes, if I'm going to die I want to know, you told me that we needed 10 sailors per shift to sail this ship..." Dima answered aloud.

"The truth is that the captain has 1001 ways to get to port alive, but he wouldn't use any of them just to make it like a 'real' sailor, with his own tears, sweat and toil!" Ron shouted, echoing throughout the ship.

'...or die trying, which is what he wants most...' Ron thought, looking at the 5 miserable souls in front of him.

Ron walked onto the deck, stood on the gunwale and held on to one of the sail ropes as he yelled:

"We will only be 7, and we need 10, well so be it, we will make each man worth twice as much, we will seek that each person on the boat brings out the strength that he never had and achieve the impossible"

"They are sailors from a lifetime or from a lifetime past, who cares what they have achieved so far, the rest, the important thing is what we achieved... We managed to navigate through an endless storm of two weeks and come out alive, we managed to get through mermaid territory and get out with lives..."

"Do you know how many failed in those waters, where we rose triumphant with the trophy of the sun of the new day? ... More than 40 exploration ships, an entire fleet of the kings of the Sea of ​​Venus ... But this ship came out alive those black waters, full of the dead, where thousands failed, but we the sons of Tusha, miserable homeless drunkards who seek happiness in wine, gambling and women, are the only ones who made it. .. Why?"

"Because we are 'real' Sailors, not like those cowards who seek to navigate these waters without suffering the seas. Embrace these last two weeks, because these are your last weeks as sailors, because when you reach port you will become legends!"

"Yes, this has been unfair and always will be... Many will wonder what we have done to deserve this sea of ​​shit, which has done nothing but take away our happiness... but that question has long been answered in their hearts... "

"We will suffer the hatred of the seas, we will listen to the murmurs of our own madness, we will see our dead friends march with all our hopes on their shoulders... but we always return as eternal followers of suffering to this miserable sea... why? Why live so much misery?

"..." Many sailors looked at each other, the pause that Ron had created allowed them to reflect on the question, was it worth all this trip? Was it worth continuing to be a sailor? . Everyone came to their own conclusion, but no one spoke.

"Because we sailors come to the sea in search of adventure and opportunity, whether it be for wealth or glory, whether it be escaping our own shadow or shame, whether it be to find meaning in this world full of misery, we all we came here for something!!"

"So tell me, poor sailors, what is the mission that your hearts have entrusted to you?"

"..." The Mariners remained silent, considering the words of the first officer, everyone had a reason to be aboard this ship. But no one spoke, and the first officer continued to shout to help silence the sailors.

"Listen well, everyone in this world has a destiny, but not everyone can realize what their destiny is before they die!!! ... But you are lucky souls, Tusha guided your steps towards this ship, in order to dazzle you with your destiny before dying!!... and your destinies boys, it is one of the most dangerous and exciting professions that one can find on a merchant ship... Your destinies, boys, are to serve others with honor and effort, it is the path of the hero who sacrifices his soul and spirit for a greater cause, so that all the comrades on board can survive this journey... They came from the depths of the sea as devious souls, but as the first mate of La Vieja Ana, I congratulate you for turning them all into the cabin boys of our ship"

"..." Most of the sailors did not understand what the first officer was referring to by calling them all cabin boys. Only Ricardo and Taras understood what Ron's plan was to get out alive, but their bitter smiles express the difficulty of the future.

"Because only a cabin boy could work as a slave, kneel to clean the blood of those who can no longer stand it, wash away the vomit of the inhuman work that is to come, peel the keys of our hands destroyed by accommodating these ropes without rest, scrub the sweat of our bodies weary, weary, stoned... and still standing... You homeless bastards will be the ones to cook up the hopes of your dying comrades, you'll be the ones to cheer up the fallen, you'll be the ones to hear the stories of despair With a smile on their faces, they will catch the faith of those who have lost it..."

"Because that is what we have always done, that is our history, that is our past, present and future, we will fight against the gods who have abandoned us and take revenge on those who have betrayed us... That was always the fate of a Marine!"

"Is it worth giving up now?"

"No! Because we always come out alive!"