《Sad Water Sailors (Horror-adventure)》Galeón
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"Let's see then my first officer, what if you swear by Galleon the God of sea beasts that you didn't use loaded dice"
Ron took the captain's challenge badly, he knew that the captain really doubted him, and it would be difficult for him to leave with all the boy's caps
But this old sea rat was cleverer than he seemed, and he really didn't want to go without caps, so he quickly came up with a plan.
With an agile swipe, he snatched the bottle of wine that Ricardo still had in his hand and gave him a deep drink.
*Gluk*...*Gluk* ... *Gluk*...*Gluk*
Ricardo and Wiliam stared at him, hoping that the old man would give up and confess his crime.
The sound of Ron drinking, the waves of the sea and the creaking of wood were the only things that could be heard in the damp cellar, but then a voice interrupted the silence of the three men.
*Gluk*...*Gluk* "I, Ron, the first officer of La Viaja Ana, solemnly swear to the Grand Galleon that....." *Gluk*...*Gluk*
Wiliam's forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he watched his old friend swallow like an alcoholic, he was more than sure that this cunning old man had cheated so he proposed a stupid thing to him thinking that he would retract and tell the truth .
He never believed that he was stubborn enough to vainly swear to a God in the middle of the ocean, only to contradict him.
It was one thing to simply insult him with a few words, quite another to blaspheme a God by breaking an oath in his name.
For his part, Ricardo almost fell to the ground on his knees and started crying, he couldn't believe that this bastard had such luck to win 4 rounds in a row
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5 fucking months on this ship, sweating every day while he washed the ship, sleeping and eating like a prisoner and to top it off without a single woman on board only for it all to evaporate in one drunken night
Clutching with trembling hands the cross of Tusha that he always kept on his chest, the only thing he hoped was that a miracle from the goddess of the sea would save him, but the only thing he heard now was a *Gluk*...*Gluk*, which at this moment they seemed the hammer blows of the judge prior to the death sentence
*Gluk*...*Gluk*
Old Ron was just drinking slowly, staring at the captain, patiently waiting for fear to take hold of him, and he would rush to stop his swearing just as he stopped drinking and continued to say it.
But unknowingly, as he drank, his eyes were turning completely black again.
*Gluk*...*Gluk*
Old Ron suddenly stopped drinking, he threw the bottle to the ground violently breaking it into a thousand pieces and with an abnormally big smile he said shouting to the sky
"I Ron, the first officer of La Viaja Ana, solemnly swear to the Grand Galleon that I did not cheat at dice"
Both Wiliam and Ricardo looked in disbelief at the scene that had just occurred in front of them.
After pronouncing the oath, the old man breathed with euphoria as if he were preparing for a battle.
"Everything okay Ron?" Wiliam asked with some trepidation, as he grabbed the shoulder of his old friend, who seemed a little shaken.
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