"An hour is not enough, I could go to the stern storage room, that door is even dusty from how forgotten it is, if they discover me I only say that I have diarrhea and I didn't let them pass…"

Lucas, as if he had come up with a good plan, returned to the rotten guts, looking at them for a while as if pondering how to proceed.

"This is going to be complicated, but if I don't do it, Ricardo is going to be killed…" Lucas muttered.

"Yes… yes… It's because of Ricardo… You have to trust and protect your friends…"

I look for one of the empty kitchen boxes, and he assembles kitchen boxes, which was a flat cart with two wheels, they used it to move the boxes more easily,

He re-wrapped all the 'leftovers' in the rotten guts and put them on the box propped up on the cart, found a couple of ropes, prepared a couple more details and got ready to head towards the aft storeroom.

"Even if he crossed me with someone, it's just a covered box, being taken to a warehouse by the ship's cook, it's not that weird, it just goes on" Lucas convinced himself, for more courage.

Luckily for him, all the sailors were still on deck enjoying their food, it was too early to go to sleep, but even if they did, they didn't have to go down to galley level.

"Now the part for which I'm going to need Poseidon on my side" Lucas said looking at the stairs in front of him, lowering this box wasn't difficult with two hands, it wasn't that big, but with one hand it was going to take time and to top it off it was the noisiest and most suspicious part.

His hand formed a claw with the three largest fingers of his hand, hiding the little finger and thumb in his palm, and he brought it to his heart.

"Don't leave me in this one" Lucas murmured, as he began to try to lower the box without making much noise, fortunately he was smart and tied it in the kitchen, so he didn't have to do it in the middle of the hallway.

After a few minutes, Lucas finally managed to carry the boxes down the stairs with one hand, he made quite a bit of noise, but no one showed up.

Lucas, wiping the sweat from his face, prepared to reach the stern warehouse, he was not the furthest, but he was the least used.

But just as he started to leave, noises came from the kitchen floor.

Lucas immediately stopped moving the box and tried to hide as best he could, but unfortunately he realized that it was impossible to make a box disappear in the hallway.

So he could only try not to make any noise and hope that these two people don't go down another floor.

"Did you hear that?" An unknown voice asked.

"Hmmm, looks like someone pretty hectic downstairs, I'm going to take a look, see if anything's up."

Lucas's head was flying, more sweat began to appear on his face, and his legs were shaking.

Quickly, he made up his mind and proceeded to approach the stairs to meet the person. Fortunately, he recognized that the voices did not belong to either of the other two boys.

"Eh, but if it's Dima, what's up guys, are you looking for some alcohol in the cellar?" Lucas said, with a plan in his head.

"Yes, that's where we were, I notice something wrong, something happened?" Dima asked, seeing the boy covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

"What if something happened? ,... but of course something happened!" Lucas said with some sorrow.

"That bar destroys you inside…" Lucas said, taking his belly with his hand.

"Don't forget to drink water, cabin boy" Dima commented with concern.

"Yes, thanks for the advice…" Lucas said approaching the stairs and starting to climb "They need help with barrels from the cellar, Ricardo showed me a trick to select the good ones"

"Ha ha ha, seeing the nobleman's trick" Said the sailor behind Dima.

Lucas, delighted, helped the sailors to select a good barrel, luckily he really knew a trick, but Ricardo had not told him, with the excuse of cleaning the kitchen a little he managed to stay on the floor while he said goodbye to the two sailors loading the barrel.

After a time, seeing that no one was coming, Lucas proceeded to go to the corridor where he had left the box, to then reach the stern storage room.

Although it took a long time, there was no other incident, and he managed to make his way to the door of the warehouse.

He entered with confidence, totally if there was someone he would have noticed the noise a long time ago, luckily he was right and there was no one alive in the warehouse, unfortunately he was wrong and there was a person inside the warehouse.

But the person was hanging from a rope around the neck with no trace of life.