The boys reached the kitchen, when they reached the door, Taras grabbed the door handle, but he didn't throw it open, but stayed with his hand on the handle for a while.

"All good?" Ricardo asked, patting his back twice.

"Yes, yes... I was just thinking that the nets on the deck seemed a little messy, I hope no one gets hurt" Taras answered opening the door and getting inside.

Ricardo followed behind him, once inside, he closed the door and ran a wooden plank locking the door. He went to a mountain of boxes and started moving them around, then picked up one particular box and carried it to the middle of the room.

"Are they still left? Little by little the cut sweet potatoes are running out" said Taras, while he began to prepare some squid that he had managed to catch a few days ago.

"All good ingredients run out over time," Ricardo said.

"It is a pity …"

Inside the box were a pair of human legs and a few entrails and bones, but it seems little matter to the cabin boy who reached into the box to remove the leg and start cutting them into strips.

Taras didn't bother looking at him, as if he already knew how that conversation ended, he was more worried about the squid in front of him.

"Happy sailors are good friends and sad ones are good ingredients" Ricardo commented, a little lost, with a smile on his face.

"Did you notice if anyone got upset while you were complaining?" Taras asked with some nerves.

"Yes, a half-fat and bald one, I think his name is Alberto... Another sad fish" Ricardo answered, also somewhat worried, coming out of his daze.

"A fat one, that's going to be the most complicated things, but if it's only two weeks to go... Let's hope it's the last one, we already lost 13 men in these 4 weeks." Taras commented, watching Ricardo put the viscera and guts on the table to nibble, and looking back at the squid in his hand with more affection than before.

"As long as other guys help, it's always easy, you just have to manage to exchange the right favors…" Ricardo commented somewhat worried, while he put the minced meat to cook.

"The few that are surviving, are the most dangerous, Taras..."

"Two weeks seems like a long time to me, especially now that the warehouse is getting empty"

"When there is a week left, we are going to see the seabirds, and we will do the end-of-trip ritual, that cheers up everyone's morale, so there is no need to worry much about that week, the problem is this." Taras commented, putting the squid in a small pot, separate from the rest of the food.

"But don't worry boy, there is a plan, there always is, we managed to fuck up the captain's life by pretending that it was only two weeks away for 4 weeks and all that was for this moment"

"For? Besides creating fights between them, was there another goal?" Ricardo asked, trying to hypnotize himself with the fire.

"Of course, most of the sailors on board now believe that this is another false rumor, but this time it is really only two weeks until port, if we manage to keep the fishing rules unchanged, then we will continue to escape from the other fishermen" . Taras said, somewhat worried because this week would decide his future.

But then he notices a fishing line in the room getting taut.

"Pass me the sweet potatoes, Ricardo," said Taras, moving with the knife in his hand towards the door.