Lucas could not walk alone due to the leg injury, but Ricardo helped him to get to the cabins, while he was leaving he noticed that the captain was talking to the sailor who was loading the musket.

Little by little the two men went down the wooden stairs of the ship, as they entered one could feel how the sounds of the creaking planks welcomed them and the humidity was getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, when they arrived, Lucas cautiously observed the unfamiliar surroundings

The room was quite spacious, a series of nets were placed neatly at each of the ends of the ship and below each net there was a trunk, which he supposed should be used to store the belongings of each of the crew members.

Ricardo guided Lucas to a net that had no trunk and helped him lie down on it.

"Well, you're really screwed up, it took me a lot to get you here" Ricardo said as he took a key out of his pocket with which he opened one of the trunks in the room.

"Thanks for the help… the truth… I still don't believe everything that is happening to me" Lucas said contemplatively, looking at the wooden planks of the cabin ceiling.

"Ha, ha, ha... Isn't that what life is like? One day you're about to die and the next day you're perfect" Ricardo said as he kept the rusty knife that he had won after so much suffering and took out a square board wrapped in yellowish paper.

"And sometimes….everything is fine…and out of nowhere the world falls apart…Isn't that what life is like?" Lucas finished, dragging his words out of exhaustion, while continuing to look at the wood of the ceiling with some disbelief.

Hearing that, Ricardo looked at the poor, malnourished man lying on the net with a little pity.

"Different ways of seeing the same thing, the important thing is that we're still alive, whether it's to get through the difficult times or the good ones" Ricardo said as he approached the castaway "Although I have no doubt that you're going through a shitty moment now"

"Here, take this, you need it more than me" Ricardo said as he handed the table wrapped in yellowish paper to Lucas.

Lucas took the board and asked as he inspected it, "What is this?"

Ricardo looked at him somewhat strangely for a few seconds

"Ha ha ha...don't clerics keep pressed food bars for emergencies?"

"Just eat a little each day, and you'll get better, even a novice like me knows how to prepare some supplies in case the gods get capricious"

"Thanks…" Lucas said as he sampled the bar that he tasted like wood and bark.

"Mmm… For a clergyman you are polite enough not to complain about how bad these things taste" Ricardo said that he had already lain down in his bunk.

"Yes… it's the good thing about being… humble… it's that you get used to… a few luxuries" Lucas said, taking his time to speak, but when he had finished he noticed that some scandalous snoring responded from the other side.

Lucas stayed a while contemplatively observing the wooden ceiling until his full belly and the sound of the waves of the sea began to cause his eyes to close.