"Ha, ha, ha, that old man lived in the seas, Ricardo! ... I told you about the time I found a relic while fishing" Taras said, somewhat drugged by the algae.

"No, I guess it's a very interesting story...but is it the right place and time to tell it?" Ricardo asked, not quite stoned yet.

"Well, we can fuck the corpses to pass the time... Or what else do you have? Going outside is asking for trouble right now" Taras complained wryly.

Ricardo didn't answer, he didn't know what to do either, he was a bit tired, and it was quite dark, he hadn't been able to sleep all day, but sleeping in a room full of corpses didn't motivate him either...

"What's the next plan?" Ricardo asked, somewhat bored.

"So you want to talk about a plan... and not know my amazing fishing story?..." Taras asked angrily.

"You can tell me about it another day, while we cook, now we just found the drugs, we should think about what to do with them, there aren't many, and they are only enough for a few days if we try to drug everyone..." Ricardo said anxiously.

"Yes, we are only going to drug the most dangerous ones… that are left alive after the riot… How to drug them is quite easy being cooks, otherwise, we should be able to survive this adventure…" Taras said with enough confidence, maybe because he was high or because there were only a few more days left.

"And this ritual, can't we save our asses if we manage to stop it somehow?" Ricardo asked, looking at the heads on his back.

Taras ignored the question and began to assemble a makeshift bed with boxes from the warehouse, already lying on the bed, he answered Ricardo lazily:

"Boy... The only one who knows about rituals aboard this ship, was the ritual sacrifice..."

"Dima seems to know a bit about rituals, he was the one who put together the ritual for Tusha..." Ricardo said with some hope.

"Yes... it would be a miracle if he understands... We should talk to him tomorrow, otherwise it's better to get some sleep, I doubt they can move the boxes from the door, but if you feel something, shoot them before asking." who is" Taras said closing his eyes.

Some time passed, and the two boys tried to see how to spend the night in the warehouse with the smell of death, Taras managed to fall asleep, while Ricardo was positioning some boxes as a barricade in case things got bad. It was then that a loud cry was heard reasoning through the ship:

*Haaaa!!* A desperate cry was heard in the hall.

Taras opened his eyes. And he looked at the door.

"Looks like Ron is looking to set an example this time…" Ricardo said, touching the gun on his waist.

"Are you deaf, boy? The noise came from this corridor... It seems that they caught someone unsuspecting" Taras murmured, indicating Ricardo to shut up.

*Footstep* ...*Footstep* Someone was approaching this room and seemed to be dragging the dead body of the victim down the corridor.

Taras with a gesture indicated Ricardo to get ready. Ricardo covered his body as best he could with the boxes and prepared himself by pointing his gun at the door, he only had one shot, so he couldn't afford to miss.

* Footstep * ... * Footstep * The footsteps reached the door, but he didn't try to open it, he just walked back the way he had come...

After a while, when he could no longer hear the footsteps, Taras murmured:

"It seems that he saw the broken door, he assumed that someone was already inside, and he preferred not to create any more problems... we sleep in shifts, it is better to take this as a warning"