Un Disparo al Alma

But finally Lucas began to move his mouth, only he himself knew which Lucas managed to survive his own internal battle, with a trembling voice the cabin boy said:

"The... The truth... It's true" because of the redundancy it would seem that the two Lucas died trying, but luckily it would seem that Ron was more patient than usual.

Seeing that the boy was a little traumatized by losing his hand, Ron began to fix another drink for the poor boy.

The only thing he couldn't afford right now was losing this little good luck angel, who saved his ass with the sirens last night.

But while he was preparing the drink, an abrupt noise interrupted him.

*piuu*

Recognizing the noise, Ron stopped drinking and put his hand on his heart for a few minutes, which helped Lucas recover a little, but before Lucas could begin to narrate the story of the shipwreck, he was interrupted.

"It's certainly a sad day for this ship, to think the effect of the sirens would be so shocking," Ron said, somewhat dazed.

Seeing an opportunity for escape, Lucas dove headfirst toward her.

"Yes... Yes sad... Certainly, very sad" Lucas said trying to appear sad.

"Unfortunately, the desires of our hearts can be very treacherous, especially for older sailors who have more rigid minds or those who have been hiding a great shadow in their hearts..."

"Unfortunately, the human brain cannot tolerate the 'regression' of a siren, some manage to minimize the damage, but its rigidity often makes the secondary effects impossible to eliminate..." said Lucas, who luckily knew a little about the theme.

"The worst is what comes to us, that is going to be complicated to solve..."

Ron, seeing the boy pitying the rest of the crew, felt a little better, suicide was one of the worst deaths that can be found on a ship.

"If suicide is especially painful for those of us left..." Ron said sadly, continuing with the preparation of drinks.

"Dealing with the suicide of so many colleagues is going to be complicated, dealing with the suicide of the fat man had already been complicated and now this is much worse..."

"The boys have very low morale, now we need to make the rest of the trip as calm as possible" Ron said, passing the drink to the boy, who seemed to be still quite nervous.

"That's not what I meant…" Lucas said, taking a slow sip at his drink.

"Going back to where it was before, the human brain can't tolerate a siren attack, meaning those who didn't commit suicide, didn't come out unscathed... In fact the effect could be much worse" Lucas said looking at Ron, trying to divert the matter as much as possible from the shipwreck.

"What do you mean, boy?" Ron asked, quite worried that more incidents would arise.

"I studied quite a lot about sea monsters in the church, as part of my duties as an initiate of the Tusha church. Luckily for you, I paid particular attention to the mermaids, as they are quite important creatures in the 'mythical' of the gods of the sea. Galleon"

"But I would be interested to know... How is it that it was written... This phrase that is in the captain's notebook... Before investigating the matter..." Lucas said, taking sips of alcohol, trying to resemble his aura to that of a church scholar.