Another week flew by, luckily the days were solid, and it didn't seem like the storms were going to ruin their lives during these days of torture.

But the wind did not support the sailors of La Vieja Ana, and quite often they had to trim the sails to stay on course.

This week, it was their turn to fish again, since there are so few sailors alive, they probably only need a good catch to last the next 4 weeks.

The captain was not an idiot, he knew that fishing with the net consumed the soul of the already exhausted sailors, but it was better to do it now, later they would no longer have the strength to do it and without food these poor devils could not function.

"Should we keep waiting, Taras?" Ron asked, it had already been longer compared to the time it used to take for boys to fish.

"We are near an island full of people, this sea is very exploited by humans, it is normal that it costs a lot to get something decent..." Taras said sitting on a box, most of the sailors behind him were sleeping on the deck , while they waited for his signal.

"But two weeks of travel at standard speed is still a long way off for fishing boats... are you sure the net isn't ready?" Ron asked impatiently.

"I have no doubt that time is missing, I'm only going to get this net once and that time we'll be able to get something" Taras said with a smile, fishing relaxed him more than sleeping thanks to his obsession, so he was going to stretch it out as long as he could .

"There are no signs of a storm and although the wind is not good, it is not bad either, we are having a lot of luck..." Taras said, looking at the rope that held the net, already quite tense.

"Not enough… the situation is delicate, many no longer feel their hands, some even started to lose the strength in their legs…" Ron said, bitterly, surviving this journey was his deepest desire.

"But lucky enough to catch something... Raise the net!!" Taras yelled at the top of his lungs, waking up all the sailors sleeping on deck.

The sailors woke up violently and began to raise the net, but there was one who was still sleeping carelessly on the deck.

"Calix, you bastard, wake up and come help the others!!" Ron yelled, he knew that this particular sailor was one of those who had already resigned himself to death and had abandoned the idea of ​​helping the rest of his companions on board.

Seeing that Calix was still sleeping, Ron ran to wake him up, but Taras' scream stopped him:

"Come here Ron, once the net starts going up, it can't be stopped!!" Taras shouted with bleeding hands, struggling with the pulley mechanism of the ship, to raise the net.

Ron glared at Calix with hatred, at this moment if one lowered his arms, all the others would follow his example even if it leads them all to death, the human could be that stupid once his fighting spirit was destroyed by the seas.

But seeing everyone fighting climbing the net, he knew that his duty was to help the rest to achieve it, he was the strongest, therefore, the most vital for this task, if he didn't help he might not make it, he looked at Calix one last time, before running to the ropes, in his mind he already knew the punishment that would come later.