“A Fooga is a kind of crustacean, imagine a snail the size of a lifeboat, they are quite beautiful to look at since their shell varies in color depending on the season, some people keep them as pets on the captain's home island"

"Although they are especially poisonous, so these bars when eaten produce the secondary effect of their toxins, which is terrible diarrhea"

"Shit, no wonder they don't eat that much, I even think they're better than chocolate" Ricardo said somewhat uncomfortably.

"Boy, not if you understand the problem, diarrhea like this could kill you if you don't drink enough water and giving it to the whole crew is asking for trouble, if it doesn't rain in a few weeks we're fried" Dima said seriously.

"So tell me, what else did the captain tell you?"

"He just told me to wake up the crew, put the rod in their mouths and don't look over the right side" Said Ricardo, happy and sad to know that he was a Fooga.

Hearing the last sentence, the lookout looked attentively at the right end of the ship for a few minutes, then with a smile on his face he said:

"Very good boy, you really are an exceptional cabin boy, I don't understand why the bad calf of Ron, tied you to the mast yesterday"

"Now, listen well young sailor, go to the kitchen and start preparing the best dish you can imagine, with your friend Lucas, most sailors are a bit stressed from yesterday, so they need something to replenish their morale a bit "

"So I give you this important task, boy, do you think you can handle it?"

"Of course, of course I can" Ricardo said happily, he was delighted, this new lookout seemed to be quite a nice old man

"But the captain assigned me a task, I think he would have to finish it..." Ricardo said with some regret that he couldn't help Dima

"Ha, ha, ha, young man, don't worry so much, this old man is going to take care of those unimportant details" Day said, patting the boy's back and turning so they could see the door to the kitchen.

"Consider it a payment for the bad treatment that Ron gave you yesterday at the mast"

"I'm going to cook the best food this ship has ever tasted, Dima guaranteed!" Said the excited Ricardo while he went to the kitchen.

Dima saw the back of the young cabin boy walking away towards the kitchen, and slowly the smile on her face disappeared, and she was replaced with a look of fear.

The new lookout had an assumption as to why the captain would start handing out the bars, but upon hearing from the cabin boy that it was forbidden to look at the right end of the ship, he knew that his assumption was wrong.

The matter was much more serious than he had imagined, he could see some clues by observing the right rail, layers the younger and inexperienced cabin boy would not notice, but Dima had worked on that rail for decades, so he noticed the difference of a single glance.

Cautiously, Dima approached the right rail, hoping his hunch was wrong.