- You might say were reefed? Oblak turns his wallet upside down. Nothing drops out. Not even lint.

- We can stay home. That way we won't spend anything. We won't lose much energy, so we won't be very hungry Nasha smiles like a pickle.

- But Im already hungry. Actually, I dont think I can write about anything else but food.

- So we'll have food in the next chapter. An elaborate feast. Well take revenge on food. Will that satisfy your appetite? she's being generous.

- My appetite maybe, my stomach no.

- Dont tell me you could eat with our characters being hacked to pieces?

- Who cares about them! Its all their own doing. Violence never solved anything  Oblak points out Look at us, theres no mutiny among the two of us.

- That's different. We are a pair. A pair is the only form of human association where the individual is in majority. What would you have done in Rasap's place?

 

- Keep quiet. Dont know. Probably the same. And you, what would you have done in Libero's place? he asks guessing the answer.

- Probably the same.

- Theres no escape from violence?

- I'm afraid not, you can try to prevent it by dialogue, but when it doesn't work you have to fight violence with violence she explains half serious.

- Poor Mr. Gandhi, he would be so disappointed with you and Im still hungry Oblak complains, but Nasha refuses to listen, shes on her way to the bathroom:

- Rasap is a revolutionary. That's why he ended up on the ship. The governor of the province had thrown him in chains because Rasap publicly opposed the decision to go to war against the Moors. His father, the judge, arranged for him to be sent on the Deliverance instead of being executed. We have to... Oh, my! Nasha stops alarmed Come here, quick!

He hurries to see her pale face. Notices a trail of blood on the sink.

- It's not mine - she whispers.

 

- Help, we're sinking!