Gal'ka (Pebbles) laid himself down in the wigwam and began to think and think and think... And the more he thought, the more clearly he realized what a stupid thing he had done. Yes, here he was away from suspicious eyes. But it was more difficult to get from the shore to the deck than from the wardroom. There was probably a sentry guard standing at the gangway! Of course, he would let Gal'ka (Pebbles) pass, but then it would be no longer possible to get to the mortar unnoticed.Out of frustration, Gal'ka (Pebbles) tapped his head on the flat three-liter flask that lay at his bedhead. Gal'ka (Pebbles) slept in a camp style: on a bed of branches, under an old pea coat, with a tin flask instead of a pillow... The flask responded to Gal'ka's (Pebble's) blows with a mocking hum: you've made a fool of yourself, bail out of it yourself.Moonlight was shining through the branches of the wigwam's rooftop. It was shining, then fading, then shining again and so on - dark ragged clouds, small and fast, were periodically running in from the northeast. And a steady wind was rustling. Pebbles clutched the coin in his pocket. These days he did not part with it. Sometimes he took it out and looked at it. The boy’s face on the coin sometimes seemed perky, as if he was encouraging Gal'ka (Pebbles): don’t be timid, don't hang back. But sometimes this boy was reproachful, as if asking: why are you doing this, Galien Tukk?Now he was unable to see the coin. Gal'ka (Pebbles) could only feel it. So he simply stroked it with his fingers and then crawled out of his hut.From the shore bushes he watched how the patrol was doing. Of course, a figure in a beret with a pompom, with a rifle barrel over his shoulder stood by the gangway....But who knew - lucky moments do exist! When a wide grey cloud ran towards the moon, someone said loudly from the bow hatch: .– Hey, Uno! Go help me, the hinge is stuck...Well, the discipline among those who guarded entry to the “Don’t be afraid” warship was lacking to say the least. Who in their right mind would ever leave his post? But that idiot Uno threw a carbine behind his back and just went away...Now's the time, Gal'ka (Pebbles)!On the deck, in the shadow of a tall funnel (it smelled like an iron coal stove), Gal'ka (Pebbles) waited for his heartbeat to calm down. So... Everything seemed to be okay. And now there was the most important thing left. The most desperate thing. Matter of life or death. Something that depended only on his luck alone...