Time flew by and without realizing it the sailors had managed to sail for a whole week, the problem was that the speed of travel had drastically decreased, so according to the captain's estimates, it would take about 3 weeks to achieve what they used to do only one.

Most sailors did not accept such disappointment, to the point that the captain was forced to show them with a model of the ship on the map where they were standing, seeing how close they were to their objectives, many accepted the fact and continued fighting.

This time the captain put a heavy hand, each life was worth, and he could not afford more madness, he boarded, a single complaint or word of more was paid dearly, there were not a few sailors who carried whip marks on their back, but they did not complain about that either If they did, they would only produce more new brands.

Today all the sailors were cooking on the deck, this was part of Wiliam's strategy to fight against the mental degradation of the crew.

Curiously, only now, when everything seemed lost, did he begin to move the ship's strings again, desperately fighting to survive by all means to reach port alive... or die trying.

The strategy, everyone together, everyone in a block, seemed to be working well, there was no room for incidents because you could never get away from the rest, all the tasks on the ship were done in the company of everyone, one at a time.

In this case, everyone was cooking at the same time, the cabin boys were obliged to teach the rest how to do it, compared to the rest of the tasks, this activity was the rest time of the crew. Another curiosity was that 'everyone' was 'everyone' and even the captain peeled sweet potatoes with a smile on his face.

"How many sweet potatoes do you buy per trip so that there are still some?" Ricardo said impressed because there could still be vegetables on board.

"I like sweet potatoes and food can never be lacking, besides we lost a good part of the crew, I don't know that you are surprised..." Wiliam answered, curiously, his cutting technique was better than Ricardo's.

"There would be 5 weeks left, 4 considering that the last week is the easiest, so we just need the wind not to change direction so often" Wiliam commented something he had already said, but for a week he repeated at least once every time they all cooked on the deck.

"The most complicated thing and what is destroying my hands is adjusting the sails according to the wind, doing it with only 7 people takes years off your life..." Dima said, while she helped cut some fish.

"That's why take the opportunity to rest these days, only your hands bleed a little, next week your feet bled a little, the next week your skin will tear, the next one the dead will cry and the last one they will laugh like lunatics for having achieved overcome the ocean... we already went through this, a long time ago... Strong sailors don't survive in this sea, sailors who adapt to the whims of the sea survive" The captain commented, hoping that someone would pay attention to him and take advantage of these days where your body still responds to you.

Hearing that, many sailors shuddered, Ricardo and Taras looked at each other, there was a tactical understanding between them to take turns in the tasks that required less effort while cooking, as the captain said, this last week was an ordeal for everyone, but at least not anymore there were more murders or abuses. The only one that abused them was the capricious sea.