Cautiously, Dima approached the right rail, hoping his hunch was wrong.

Each step was heavier than the previous one and the creaking wood on the floor made him more and more nervous, luckily the sailors sleeping peacefully on the deck calmed his heart accelerated by uncertainty.

Finally, Dima managed to reach the end of the ship, slowly sticking his head out, he observed the situation in the ocean.

"Poor unfortunate souls, may the goddess guide you on her new journey" The new lookout murmured, as he put his hand on his heart.

"Their tests are cruel, some manage to take advantage of them to ascend on the path of enlightenment and others descend in darkness marching towards the spiritual world"

The corpses of several sailors could be seen floating in the water, getting further and further away, but the trails of blood they created were quite conspicuous.

"Unfortunately I'm not surprised, not everyone has the goddess in their heart, to be able to bear the pain of last night..." Dima murmured, without taking his hand off his heart, his eyes slowly dimming as he looked at the corpses of his old friends being swept away by the wave towards the horizon.

"The wrath of the Galleon returns to stain the ocean with blood, and the survivors will be stalked by the whispers of the nameless king"

"It seems that the rumors were true, the daughters of Poseidon still inhabit the seas of Venus, but we men will not kneel before the Galleon"

"The human gods have abandoned us, cowards never die in honor and the entire Pantheon blasphemes you big brother"

Dima muttered a few sentences towards the ocean, seemingly out of order or with an order that only he could understand.

He turned to continue the task of the young cabin boy and raise the sailors, he knew that many more would commit suicide as soon as they woke up if he didn't put the bar in their mouths, so he prepared his heart for what was to come.

Meanwhile, Lucas had just woken up and was in the captain's room, next to him was Ron looking at him with concern with a bar in his hand.

"Looks like the sleeping princess finally awoke from her slumber…" Ron said wryly.

"What happened…" But before Lucas could ask, Ron shoved a barbell into his mouth as he covered it with his hand.

"Swallow, son of a bitch, swallow for all the gods of this fucking sea, Swallow!" Ron yelled as he covered his mouth.

Lucas tried to fight the abnormal situation he was experiencing, but due to Ron's insistence he ended up swallowing what he had in his mouth, it all tasted good, he thought.

"Okay, now we can talk about the problems we're going to face, until I finish this trip to Los Alamos" Ron said, as he stole some spirits from the captain's decanter.

"First rule: if you feel bad, come running to see me"

"Second rule: from now on, you are not allowed to be alone"

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask, and I have a few too, so the best thing we can both do is sit back and talk a little about life, right, Lucas?" Ron said as he handed the boy a drink.