*Splash,* A bucket of water fell on the captain's head, sleeping on his bed.

"Wiliam! Wake up, you have to see this!!" Ron yelled excitedly.

"Don't you see that I'm in a bed and not in a net, idiot" The captain answered half asleep, trying to understand what he was going through, then he remembered last night and a face full of concern appeared on his body.

The captain looked at his sides with fear, then he patted his body, he felt his case, he opened it and the splinter was still where it had to be, a cunning smile formed on his face, he had managed to adapt to the situation again, accomplishing what mattered: Saving Old Ana's soul.

No captain wanted the secret of the ship to be revealed and Wiliam was no exception, with a bitter face, he told Ron the following words: "Find Esteban and kill him!"

"What? ... I haven't seen Esteban since last night, there's one less lifeboat, I think he escaped..." Ron said somewhat dazed, he knew the situation was complicated if Wiliam asked for that.

"He knows the secret of my ship, he must be killed, they are the rules of every ship, he did not escape, he hid in the ship and we are going to find the rat that was out of line". Wiliam said, with some haste, his identity as captain had been hurt.

"Don't worry...we're going to find him and he'll be given the death penalty, does the secret endanger us?...I mean the real one, the one that fucks up our trip to the spirit world" Ron asked; if the answer was yes, he would go and break the candles, but Wiliam was so stunned by yesterday that he told the truth for the first time in a long time.

"No... it's just to follow a protocol, Tusha should value my affection for my ship and the fact that she manages to protect it, but just in case, it's better to kill it." Said the captain, somewhat worried deep down he knew that it was a dishonor as a captain to have a sailor knowing the secret of the soul of his ship, but he had also been through 3 mutinies and Tusha seemed not to care at this point.

"It's a merchant ship, full of boxes, we are only 3 poor devils, it will be difficult to find it in less than a week... but more importantly, you should go out and see what we found on the deck this morning." Ron said with some sadness at not being able to help, but then joy at the news.

"A week..." The captain muttered, it seemed that the two rats achieved it and saved their souls from being enslaved by Wiliam, I say being our crew member on board in the spiritual world - The captain reflected, logically, thinking in the third person with himself the same...

'If they survive by their own blood, sweat and tears, well because they were real sailors...' Wiliam reflected as he left the ship with some expectation.

At sunrise the sun's rays flooded his face, Taras was happy, feeding some seabirds with fish entrails. The birds were tiny, the size of a fist, but for this sailor these birds represented his way home after a long journey.

"What...?" Wiliam wondered, though he already knew the answer.

"It seems that we forgot to close the sails last night due to exhaustion and the wind was very favorable in the night, we were already close, at standard speed it is only a few more days ... As always, we made it out alive ... At least the two of us , Wily" Ron said with a smile looking at the birds eating.

"Ha, ha, ha" The captain laughed when he saw the little birds playing, he didn't give a damn about everything that happened last night, Ana was safe, they arrived at the island and they would fill the ship not with merchandise, but with people and it would sail towards the end of the world looking for death.

'What is salvation for a few, will be the condemnation of hundreds' Ana thought, her master plan had been perfectly executed, now she would have another trip to collect souls... All thanks to the young castaway who was on her way... Aboard a lifeboat, bound for Los Alamos.