Taras

The new cabin boy stared at these two clowns in front of him, feeling a little out of place.

*Cough* ... *Cough. He coughed up the new cabin boy to join the conversation.

"My name is Taras, from now on I am the new cabin boy on the ship, but if there is a storm I will return to my duties as a sailor, since we are short of staff lately"

"For the rest, according to the captain's orders, from now on they will have to wake up 3 hours earlier than the rest to go fishing and target practice is cancelled" Taras said with some disgust.

"You're kidding me, I thought they were a punishment for not knowing how to shoot those fucking practices, no wonder nobody had experience shooting on the ship if they never practiced" Ricardo complained, coming out of the trance of the 'important task'.

"Don't complain so much, the captain doubled the boy's salary for this trip" Taras said with a smile from ear to ear.

"If you want to practice shooting, you will have to do it when we get to Los Alamos, we are going to stay for at least 5 months exchanging goods and waiting for the cold months to pass"

"1000 fucking caps, damn that's pretty good" Ricardo said with eyes like headlights.

"Ha, ha, ha, what a hazing you said boy, on a merchant ship 1000 plates are nothing, the real salary is when you get to Los Alamos, once there you have to trade goods privately and collect your small fortune" said Taras with some experience as he prepared to help out in the kitchen.

"The ship has a store for the crew's private goods, although as this is your first voyage, I would recommend sticking with those who know something of the trade and try to learn the real business of this ship"

Meanwhile, Lucas is the one who went into a trance now, he was trying to help in the kitchen, but he still couldn't get used to having one less hand, so he was trying to figure out how to cook with one hand, which is more complicated than you might think.

"Hey, did you hurt your hand last night?" Ricardo asked when he noticed Lucas's bandage, it would seem that before he was too preoccupied with the food to notice.

"Ha, ha, ha, I lost it directly" he laughed like a miserable Lucas

"You took it pretty well, it seems" Ricardo answered when he saw his friend smiling.

"He's probably completely stoned from the Fooga shit," Taras said as he helped Lucas peel some vegetables, luckily remembering how to do it from his years as a cabin boy.

"Was that bar shit? ....Ha, ha, ha, yes, it was quite tasty" Lucas continued laughing with a lot of jubilation.

"I didn't know that the effect was so powerful, it didn't affect me that much that I remember" Ricardo said, already more concerned about continuing with the preparation of the food.

Lucas stopped laughing and looked at him seriously for a few seconds, but then, as if he had premeditated his words, he just ignored the subject.

"And you Taras, did the bar affect you?" Lucas asked with a somewhat forced smile on his face.

"It didn't really do anything to me... Dima just told me that she was going to give me diarrhea later" Taras answered, concentrating on the task.

"It seriously gives diarrhea..." Lucas commented, somewhat worried.