The end of the sunset was about to come, all the sailors had gathered on the ship's deck, waiting for Dima to begin the ritual.

"Taras, you know where Lucas is, I don't see him anywhere..." Ricardo said, somewhat worried about his friend.

"No, since he ran away, he hasn't come back, he must be feeling horrible... Tonight the cabins are going to be a disaster, if everyone has such diarrhea" Taras answered somewhat worried.

"I think I'm going to sleep in the kitchen, me" commented Ricardo with some doubt

"Good luck with that, I prefer to sleep with everyone, although rumor has it that nothing bad is going to happen tonight, it's better to be…" Taras commented somewhat scared by last night.

"Shut up!!" Ron shouted, interrupting the murmurs and leaving more than one deaf.

"We're about to start, you better not do anything stupid during the ritual…" Ron said, quite concerned, the last thing he wanted was to offend any more gods.

When the red sunset sun touched the horizon, Dima raised his hand, indicating the beginning of the ritual, at the same time both the red and black candles began to release smoke with their respective colors to the sky.

There were no words, everyone watched the sunset together, while Dima kept his hand raised.

Little by little, the sun was hiding on the horizon and as if they were connected, the red and black smoke of the candles were getting closer to each other, as if they were looking to touch each other.

Noticing this, Dima lowered her hand, saying:

"The words we have to say to you are not few, nor are the words you have to say to us few"

"The moments in which we support you are not few, nor are the moments in which you supported us few"

"The days that we carry you through these waters are not few, nor are the days that you carried us through these waters few."

"That's why today we told you a good trip, that's why we ask you a good trip"

All the sailors repeated the lookout's words and his voices in unison resounded throughout the ship until they reached the horizon where the sun was hiding.

When the sun went down completely and the two smokes came together, a silver smoke began to form on the silver tray. Dima raised her hand again and everything went silent again.

All the sailors looked up at the silvery smoke expectantly, that's when the two sails suddenly went out and the entire ship was left in darkness.

When this happened, a voice began to resonate from the opposite horizon until it reached the backs of the crew.

"Words are not few…"

"The moments are not few..."

"The days are not few..."

"That's why today we told you a good trip, that's why we ask you a good trip"

When the words finished resonating, the two candles suddenly lit up and the words written on the sand had already disappeared. If one looked at the tray in detail, one would notice that the sand of each color was aligned with the candles of the same color.

The sailors remained silent for a few more minutes watching the fire of the two candles dance, until Ron's crying broke the silence, then Wiliam's crying and then all the crew got infected and began to cry towards the horizon.

From what they had heard behind their backs, it was not their own voices, but that of their deceased friends.