The captain stared at the horizon, trying to catch a glimpse of the bluish sphere marching towards infinity, the water rising around the cabin boy as he moved away, forming quite a spectacle in sight.

"Boy, he abandoned us…" Ron said in a muffled voice, standing next to the captain, also looking at the beautiful scene; His look full of disappointment and the tears on his face highlighted the pain he felt.

"It was Dima's last wish, she had to respect it, to honor the years she was helping us" Wiliam said with a sad face, patting Ron on the back and throwing a letter into the ocean.

"The wish was correct, the idiot Ricardo's decision is disgusting cowardice, we traveled for many months together, why did I throw them away like this…" Ron said with more hate than pity.

"There are only 4 miserable devils left, it seems that we are all going to die in this one, right?" Wiliam commented somewhat depressedly; Although his heart cried out for the beginning of the true adventure.

"No... we're going to make it out alive, it's two weeks, if the wind is good and with food on board, we could stay a few more months and get to..." Ron tried to say, without losing hope, that It was the lesson of life that Paulo had given him after his death: you can never lose hope.

"...and if the wind is excellent we arrive in a week, but those things don't happen, Ron" Wiliam interrupted

Taras and the mysterious sailor, working on the deck, both knew that Dima had died, but they did not know that Ricardo had abandoned them. At this moment they were both sitting, each on his own, probably thinking what to do to survive this long trip.

If we think about it, the mysterious sailor had managed to survive all the tragedies of the ship, without any important adventure, unlike the other survivors.

Taras was parasitized, Calix tortured to death, Ricardo gave everyone hope and fled, Ron suffered the power of his body watching his friends die, the captain pretended to be a beast so as not to lose control of his men and Dima was tortured to death. by a god; And the mysterious sailor? How did he manage to survive, and why did he never catch the attention of the captain or the other survivors?

For his part, Taras looked at the folded sails on the ship, praying to the goddess that the wind would not change direction throughout the trip. On the opposite side was the mysterious sailor, sitting with his eyes closed, half asleep on the deck, looking to save energy like Taras.

"You have to tell them the truth, right?" Wiliam asked, looking with pity at the two poor abandoned devils.

"No... let them be happy in ignorance, the big brother died in a great battle with a sea potato that came to take revenge on his fallen sisters... But the hell with that bastard, how is he going to abandon us like this! !" Ron shouted with all his lungs to the horizon, trying to reach the already distant point in the distance.

Ron and Wiliam didn't notice, but the mysterious sailor widened his eyes for a few seconds when the first officer yelled, he seemed to be listening intently to the talk.

"Ricardo had outstanding debts in their lives and he found an opportunity to hopefully pay off his debts... You can't run away from destiny, we all go on a journey to the spiritual world". Wiliam said seriously, he still couldn't give up, as much as he considered everything lost, he needed to keep trying, even without possibilities, in order to gain access to the spiritual world and navigate it.

"Do you really think that these two bastards don't want to continue living?" Ron said, thinking of the long days ahead.

The mysterious sailor opened his eyes again, looking for something on his neck, it looked like a pendant, he opened it. Inside the pendant was one side that was inscribed with the phrase 'through thick and thin' and on the other side was a drawing of someone much like him alongside a dog and fat seal.

He stared at her for a while, while he listened carefully to the conversation again.

"Of course they don't have any debts, they answered my question, if not, they wouldn't be on board" answered Wiliam without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter... we'll make it out alive, the wind is good today, it will be tomorrow and tomorrow too" Ron answered with faith looking at the unfurled sails and the ship heading forward at a good speed.

Deep down, Ron knew that the question was only taken as a joke by the sailors. But since Wiliam got motivated and morale whenever he assumed he was the only smart one on the ship, Ron played along.

The mysterious sailor got up, closed the pendant and put it in his chest. With firm steps he headed inside the ship, while the others argued, with a determined look and bright eyes he murmured in a low voice: "As long as there is a sailor who keeps faith in this ship, we will get out alive, we always do"