[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b]  The Bristol Ship 
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

	Ships were to be counted among his hated enemies as of now, Constantin was cursing in his mind while moving his head up from the coveted savior – the bucket! This thing had saved him the misery of throwing up all around and possible over himself before he could get outside to throw up over the railing so he was grateful for this thing. Now though it felt like something had eased up with his stomach.

	He took a deep breath as the feeling of throwing up was still fresh in his mind and his stomach was still rebelling violently for release, but he was not throwing up right now. Despite how uncomfortable it felt and how it hurt, how much he wanted to throw up, he actually wasn't so it was a great step in the right direction! He threw looks around and back to the bucket. He could see his... well he quickly looked away and didn't dwell on those thoughts. Still holding the bucket at an arm's length he took another deep breath.

	[color=9e005d]“Great Bazhooli... no chips and fishes next time... Better get on ships on empty stomachs... I think... Right?”[/color] Constantin asked, still feeling the strong desire to throw up. If it was that food's fault, he was so going to strangle that seller if he ever saw him again. From all the grudges that Constantin still felt, this one was probably the strongest. Even if the food seller wasn't responsible, he still might get harmed. Somewhere this anger had to go and might as well go at that one.