The sailors were on deck, but only a few were working, most were just sitting around talking, trying to talk to the other survivors so that their friends' disappearances would become less painful.

But the simple emptiness in the ship, reminded them of their pain... even worse their fears of being the next to disappear.

Ron was leaving the captain's cabin a little drunk. With unsteady steps, he made his way to the helm.

"And the boys are still bad, Paulo?" Ron asked in a somewhat choked voice.

"Better..." Paulo said as he chewed some seaweed, "... the waves of the sea slowly drag our sorrows away"

"You want the crates back, capes will help you more than those fucking drugs..." Ron said, seeing the helmsman chewing on some gold dotted seaweed, "Capes this will be our last day anyway..."

"It's okay, I don't need them, I assumed long ago that we were about to die anyway, now I just hope to cross paths with my daughters when I transcend to the spirit world"

"Ha, ha, ha... How little confidence you have, I remind you that we always come out alive..." Ron said, no longer caring much about his friend's lack of faith.

Ron looked at the deck at the survivors, the few who worked were the ones who had been through the worst situations, although they were not the original members many were close to being, the rest were sitting on boxes talking and trying to help each other each.

The younger ones occasionally raised a ruckus on deck, but were quickly put down by the more experienced ones, one of the rowdies having even been tied to the ship's mast.

"There are still people with faith... There is still hope" Ron said looking at the few that worked

"Luckily, this time he didn't need so many people to get out alive..."

"Is there a plan, perhaps...?" Paulo asked, with the curiosity of the man who throws a pig into the void hoping that it will grow wings and fly.

"There always is... That's why we always get out alive" Ron replied with a smirk. "In fact, you are the second most important part for this plan to work"

Paulo stood silently watching, waiting to hear what plan this old sea rat had come up with.

"We only have a few leads, so it can all go to shit tonight…" Ron continued.

"Go talk to the captain, and he'll tell you what to do..."

"Likewise, a man of little faith has little to lose if things go wrong," he said as the smile on his face grew larger.

Ron then went down on deck, so he could say a few words to his sailors, especially the young boy tied to the mast.

"Are you comfortable, cabin boy?" Ron asked with a drunken smile.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Ricardo yelled angrily, "How many of these sons of bitches complained and still didn't get tied to the fucking mastiff?"

"I didn't even cause as much trouble as most sailors, who just sit there doing nothing!"

"Just for being the cabin boy, do they have to punish me worse than the rest, a bunch of unhappy people?!"

"Yeah... You're an example to others... ha ha ha" Ron laughed, blatantly mocking the young cabin boy.

Seeing that Ron took the raw deal so nonchalantly, Ricardo got even angrier and started insulting everyone on deck, until Ron put a rag over his mouth.

*Mmmmmm!!* … *Mmmmmm!!*

Seeing Ricardo still insulted with the rag in his mouth, Ron only started to laugh harder, but he was secretly looking at the wound on the young boy's cheek.