Wiliam and Ron were eating on deck, watching the sailors around them for any anomalies.

But luckily for both of them, the effects of the bar were really powerful and no one felt sad about yesterday... Or today.

"How bad are we?" Dima asked, as she enjoyed the food.

"We get out alive... We always get out alive" Ron replied forcefully.

"But today, how many did we lose?" Dima insisted again.

"We lost 8 guys, 6 confirmed suicides, 2 missing that probably went overboard" Wiliam said, quite upset at the amount of losses on this trip.

"Fortunately, they are not yet complicated numbers" Dima commented, trying to cheer Wiliam up a bit, he knew that the captain had not eaten the bar.

"One of the lost, if it's complicated" Wiliam commented, taking a drink from the bottle in his hand.

"We're not complicated, Wiliam, stop being silly..." Ron commented, somewhat annoyed.

"Losing the helmsman is a pain in the ass, but he doesn't kill us, you're just going to have to get out of the cabin and get to work"

"This ship only needs 10 people per shift to sail normally, at the moment we can still do more than one shift" Ron added, preventing Wiliam's depression from lowering the morale of the listening ears on deck any further.

"But there are no more men for a night watch, the cooks are cabin boys, and he won't see any more time to rest" Ron said in a louder voice, so that everyone could hear him indirectly

"From now on it will be work, eat and sleep, until we touch port"

"If the wind is in our favor, it's just another measly month of travel, if things go wrong or there's a storm, it's 2 very heavy months"

"But there is plenty of food and plenty of water, after losing so many people" he finished explaining to Dima, or rather, to everyone who listened for Dima.

"And the sirens...?" Dima asked somewhat nervously and in a lower voice.

"The situation with the sea beasts is already under control, yesterday we managed to get on the safe route again" Ron lied softly, using information from Lucas "...but we're going to put on a show when we finish eating to boost morale"

"In fact I require your help Dima, how Paulo died the second most religious you are, so you will lead the farewell ritual" Said the Captain.

"It will be an honor to guide the boys to alleviate their sorrows" Dima replied without hesitation.

"But only towards Tusha, I don't want the Pantheon in my ritual..." Add Dima

The captain just nodded without much concern, it didn't really matter if the human gods helped them by having a protégé of the Galleon on the ship.

"But why doesn't the initiate of the sea goddess do it?" Dima asked with some doubt.

"Deep down we're putting on a show, we don't want to offend anyone, doing something serious without need" Ron answered quickly without letting the captain speak.

Luckily, the new lookout swallowed his excuse.

Ron had no doubt that this boy was more related to the Galleon than to Tusha, but Lucas had to lie or he would be killed without hesitation, no sailor would save someone who idolizes sea beasts. Except for Ron, who had offended the god and wanted an apology from him.

The doubts had been there for a long time, but both he and the captain agreed to keep their mouths shut and continue with the trip, they couldn't offend the Galleon anymore and throwing their initiate overboard was really asking for shipwreck.