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

Ricardo ran to the table and threw all the suspicious parts on the box, covered the box and ran to get another one.

Taras, waiting patiently at the door, when he noticed that Ricardo had finished, he lifted the lock on the door and went to the blind corner of the door.

Ricardo for his part stayed at the cook's table right in front of the door, looking at the food cooking without paying attention to the door.

It was then that someone kicked the door hard. It was the fat man described by Ricardo. The fat man took out a gun and pointed it at Ricardo, noticing that Ricardo threw the table in front of him and hid using the table, he waited for the shot holding the cross of the goddess on his chest.

*piuu*

The shot hit the middle of the table, but Ricardo was glued to the ground, so he missed. Hearing the shot, Taras took his knife and stabbed the fat man's throat, the fat man grabbed the knife trying to stop it from cutting his throat, but Taras moved his hand as much as he could to try to cut as much of the fat man's throat .

Ricardo got up from the ground and ran with his knife, until he stuck it in the fat man's chest.

Upon impact, he took it out and stabbed it again, the fat man, still conscious, had his hands full on Taras's knife, so he could only receive Ricardo's knives, until he fell dead to the ground.

Ricardo, completely in a trance, continued stabbing the fat man's body, until Taras stopped him, someone else had arrived.

"Alberto... Another poor devil losing his mind..." Ron said, a rusty knife in his hand.

"Yes, but this fucking sick man is the first to lose it to the point of using a gun..." Ricardo complained, he knew that Ron was one of the few untouchables on the ship and also one of the few who seemed sane.

"Yes... The booze is running low, it's a good thing it's not too far from port, because if not, I'm afraid I'd have to sail this ship pretty much by myself." Ron said, looking at the scene a bit just in case, but he had no doubts about this pair of boys either, for some reason they seemed to be one of the ones with the least serious symptoms.

"You did well to kill a threat to the ship, keep up the hard work" Ron said, walking away, the situation so miserable that he was no longer surprised by the dead.

Luckily this type of boat did not need so many people, but they had to cancel several parts of the boat, now they only did the basics, cleaning so as not to slip and kill themselves on the rail, food, fishing, sailing, and sleeping.

Ricardo, seeing Ron walk away, went to a box of utensils, took out a long machete and went to the fat man's body and placed it on his shattered neck and began to force himself.

"We have to throw this one out, they saw it, boy, he's not just another missing person" Taras murmured.

"I know... I know, I just have fun fucking the son of the great bitch who almost killed me with a bullet." Said Ricardo putting even more force into the machete until his head rolled off, Ricardo took the head and looked at it with pride and raised it over his, letting his blood stain it.

"I still congratulate you, young nobleman, this could be considered the first duel you won in your life, and you did it without guns, using only a knife, your family should be very proud of you, Ricardo" Taras said with a smile to Ricardo.

"Ha ha ha that's right, I won!" Ricardo shouted, laughing, with the fat man's head wobbling in the air next to his arms.

"I already want to see my brother's face when he finds out that he won a duel with a sailor with a kitchen knife" Ricardo laughed like a wretch while he threw the fat man's head into the kitchen fire.