Intercambio De Favores

Ricardo and Taras went to the deck, it was time to eat and all the sailors were hungry after a long day of work.

While the corpses hanging from the sails didn't do much to make the meal more enjoyable, many sailors were still very fond of the two cooks, who always managed to make a nice meal at the end of the day.

"Are you guys okay? I heard they tried to kill you this afternoon" Dima said, receiving a generous portion of food from Ricardo.

"Yes, unfortunately the bullet they heard hit me in the leg, I'm afraid the wound will get infected before we reach port" Ricardo said, showing a blood-stained bandage on his leg.

"What a disgrace, it would be a shame to lose the two cooks on the ship, there really are many guys who only stay stable because of how good they make the food..." Dima said quite worried, now that the alcohol was running out, the situation of the ship could go to hell, if they lost the good food.

"Just in case, I remind you that you can go to the warehouse in the bow, it's full of emergency supplies, old Paulo used to store his drugs there, if you find them, take them to the captain, he probably knows which one of them can help you with the bullet ". Dima said with his characteristic smile of a reliable grandfather.

Ricardo knew that Dima's obsession was to paint pictures, for which he trusted in the old man's good will.

"Okay, thanks for the advice Dima, let's go check after dinner, that wound is a bit ugly, better check before the fever starts" Taras answered, who was listening carefully to the conversation.

After Dima, the next sailor passed, waiting for his plate a little impatiently.

"Hey, but if it's young Armin, how's your life on the ship?" Ricardo said with a smile on his face, seeing one of the few sailors who were approximately his age.

"Well, a lot of work, too much work, luckily when I get to Los Alamos I'll be able to meet my grandparents again" said the boy, somewhat tired from the day's work.

"Ah, I noticed you were a bit sad, I thought the matter was more serious" Ricardo answered, serving the boy a generous portion.

"No, luckily things are fine, just too much work and some days there are quite heavy extra tasks" Armin said somewhat traumatized, but trying to hide a smile, unfortunately he wasn't very good at lying.

"Ha, ha, ha, don't worry, on this ship everyone has to go through complicated tasks to survive" Taras laughed with a lascivious smile, putting his hand on Ricardo's back and squeezing the young boy's ass.

Ricardo's face changed and somewhat dull eyes appeared in his place, while he shakily withdrew the hand that served Armin food.

Ricardo stood silently, with his head in the pot of food, as if he didn't want to look at the sailor in front of him while the situation was happening.

Armin watched the scene in silence and quickly turned around trying to get away from Taras, then he went to the helm area, apparently he liked to eat alone.

Ricardo and Taras continued to serve food, until all the sailors had their plates full.

"I'll take care of the replays tonight, so don't worry and go eat, boy" Taras said, looking Ricardo in the eyes.

Ricardo left with the plate full of him, to the helm area, it seemed that tonight he also wanted to eat alone.