The night had come back to Old Ana, the sailors had gone to sleep in their cabins, but in general the only one who managed to sleep through the night was Ron, whose loud snoring provokes the envy of the rest of the sailors.

Everyone was afraid of the night, especially those who still had their sanity, but they also needed it, which is why after fighting against the instincts of not sleeping in a dangerous place, in the end they ended up giving in to fatigue and managed to fall asleep.

Luckily for all of them, they had formed a kind of tactical rule of not attacking each other in the cabins, partly out of fear that Ron would kill them if he realized that his abnormality was dangerous to the rest of the crew.

But the need for crew to work on the deck forced Ron to sleep soundly and not be interested in 'minor' matters, which before would be paid for with death or the loss of a hand.

Those 'minor' matters, were what the sailors feared the most, because rapes, robberies, torture, and beatings had flooded the entire ship, as long as Ron didn't directly see you doing it, it was allowed.

The only 'rule' was that the affected sailor had to come out unscathed enough to continue working and thus prevent Ron from further investigating the matter, of course all these 'rules' were not written anywhere. The punishments and the limit of what was allowed depended more on the humor of the higher levels and the importance of the position involved.

This was what the captain had forced himself to accept as the new normal, like it or not, the ship needed crew to navigate and after the mutiny, he was forced to turn a blind eye to many matters that were inhumane to him.

Slowly everyone fell asleep and snoring began to fill the cabin.

It was then that Armin woke up, he had agreed to meet Ricardo for a few drinks, although the night was dangerous ,it was not so uncommon to see a sailor wake up to go somewhere on the ship to get some air, to smoke or heed the call of nature

Armin was somewhat excited, the truth is that these days were shit for him, and meeting someone who had been going through the same thing gave some relief to his heart.

At this moment, achieving that relief was much more important than sleeping a little more, to be stronger for the next day.

Armin left the cabins, trying not to let his footsteps wake up any of the other sailors, and went towards the stairs that led to the kitchen floor, next to the stairs was Ricardo, sitting waiting for him.

"Finally, you came, I had already thought that you had regretted it" he murmured to Ricardo in a low voice, as he started down the stairs

"The few bottles that we managed to hide, we keep them in the kitchen, unfortunately they are running out and everyone started doing the same, so it is difficult to get bottles out of the cellar"