A whole week had passed for the boys who were sailing towards Los Alamos, each day that passed they were closer to the port…. And death from accumulated fatigue.

The sailors were on the deck eating quietly, although the food did not taste good, if it was one of the few moments of the day when everyone could relax together.

Ricardo and Taras were serving the sailors, with smiles on their faces, at least the smile also helped to raise morale a bit and for these two boys the only way to get out alive is that the morale of these boys did not fall and keep fighting.

"Everything alright, Dima? What can I serve you, do we have fish or more fish?" Ricardo asked, with a smile, if jokes were also another way to lift his spirits, but Ricardo realized that he had not been born with the natural eloquence of his brothers, so his jokes were more funny because of the pity of others than because they were good.

"Ha... Well serve me this fish" Dio Dima pointed to one of the pots, with some humor.

Ricardo proceeded to look for the food from the pot, but was stopped by Dima:

"No, no, ... I realized that I don't want fish ... Better give me this fish" Dima said, pointing to the other pot following Ricardo's joke.

"Of course, I'm going to tell you a secret, this is real fish" Ricardo murmured under your breath as if it were really a secret.

"Ha, ha, ha... Ricardo, your jokes are getting better and better" Rio Taras clutching his belly.

Maybe it's because of the tiredness or because of Taras's contagious laugh, but everyone laughed, making Ricardo feel very proud to be the center of the party... Although it was a party full of dying sailors, who luckily felt his arms and legs.

"There would be 2 weeks to go, 1 considering that the last week is the easiest, so we just need the wind not to change direction so often" Wiliam commented in between laughs, something he had already said, but from the mutiny always repeated.

Supposedly, there were only two more weeks of travel left, but that was also a difficult number. Two more weeks… It might seem like any random number of weeks to any other group of sailors, but for the sailors aboard Old Anne, that was a goddamn number of days.

Unfortunately for Ricardo, only now did he notice the problem when he saw the laughter stopping suddenly, being replaced by faces full of anger and managing to leave the morale of the crew members.

And the worst of all is that Ricardo and Taras knew that the person responsible for this scene was the two of them, if they hadn't been spreading the rumors of "Two more weeks to go" this wouldn't be happening. Now, many sailors thought that the two weeks were a lie, and another large group thought that a tragedy would occur this damn week.

The sailors ate in silence again, no one wanted to talk anymore, many were praying that these two shitty weeks would fly by.

'I guess this week I'll have to start the' show ', I refuse to die with you bad babies' Ricardo thought in the bottom of his heart when he saw the depressing scene that he had in front of him.