"Tell me, don't you feel that there is something wrong with you, can't you tell the difference in your own body?" Lucas asked, looking at Teras, trying to get her support.

"..."

Silence filled the room, it seemed that the two boys had experienced abnormal situations in these two weeks, so Lucas's words were gaining more weight in their minds.

"They didn't do things they never thought to do before…" Lucas continued, stoking the fire.

"..." The silence became a little heavier.

"It is not a magical change that of the sirens, it is gradual and progresses little by little, eating away at your mind, until you accept your new destiny, all this change is the product of your own decisions, and they should be able to notice it." Lucas continued, but noted that Taras' grip was already quite loose.

"I'm not asking you to believe me, Taras" Lucas said, getting out of the grip and heading towards the boxes in the back where a young cabin boy was hiding in fear.

"But you are obliged to believe me, Ricardo"

"I... I'm completely fine, I don't know what you're talking about, lunatic!" Ricardo yelled, pointing his knife at Lucas in fear.

"It doesn't matter what you did, everyone is mentally ill, it's not your fault, nor mine, nor Taras's" Lucas said calmly approaching the scared young Ricardo

"But if it's going to be our fault if we die so easily from it, if we allow the captain to frame us and target us for the rest of the crew, you're going to be the next ingredient." Lucas said, coming to the front of Ricardo, who was about to explode with nerves.

"If neither of you believe me, I can wait until the first incident appears, but it may be too late for you when that happens" Said the castaway, asking Ricardo for the knife

Ricardo hesitated, but ended up handing the knife to his friend. Luckily for Lucas, a nobleman couldn't kill an unarmed man, or maybe it was because of Lucas's 'motivational' speech.

"Well, the best we can do is calm down the three of us and find a plan that allows us to get out alive, any ideas, Taras?" Lucas, quite confidently, assumed that Taras had decided to believe his speech.

'Taras is smarter, he surely puts together a good plan, Ricardo is the sociable one, he will probably allow us to win more allies, and I am the wild card, who watches from the shadows away from danger'. Lucas thought happily, seeing how these men were going to have to help him or die with him, the scene reminded him of his days in prison with Amanda.

"We could be exaggerating everything, and it's just nerves, … And that's probably the case, … But the best thing we can do now is go to the warehouse to check the situation of the sick" Taras said, also somewhat scared, even if Lucas wasn't exaggerating, the beating by the other sailors, if it was real enough.

"If we get the patients to defend us and say why they really got sick, we could clear our name and get out of the problem" Taras continued, to calm everyone's nerves he decided to continue doing his homework.

"That's a good plan, let's do it now" Lucas said walking towards the door, the sooner he manages to disarm the captain's plan, the better.

"But why such a hurry?" Taras said taking Lucas's back.

"First, you are very nervous, second, it is better to do it at night, now the three of us are going to finish our tasks, eat, and fix this problem when the others sleep." Taras said, hoping a little work would fix the heads of the schizophrenic and the idiot who walked into a corner with a knife over a simple argument.