[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 - > Regalia's Ship [b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Perception,Acrobat, Climbing [hr][/center] [color=9e005d]“Я в порядке, не волнуйся, Большой Bazhooli ... “[/color] He replied with a sigh to the Bazhooli. The concern of the man was well received, but there were slightly more pressing issues at hand... like the big ship and the people on it. He just observed as the Vlad spoke up to the woman who Constantin guessed was the captain of that ship. Then the German fellow climbed up on the ship. Then the permission and invitation to change ships was given. He frowned, but dammit bigger ship meant a lot more stuff between him and dark water. He moved over to the closest point between the ships and took a rope to begin climbing. The first few steps up were fine, but then he had the bright idea to look down. Who was the one who had said never look down? He didn't know, but whomever it was they were bloody right! He nearly lost grip of the rope when he saw the dark... deep... water. He slipped a feet down, before the fear of the water reminded him that up was away from the water and he started climbing again. Well climbing only for his leg to slip on the ship again and he nearly bloody fell into the water. Constantin then gripped the rope as tightly as he could, his knuckles turning white from it and froze in place for a while, fear of dark water gripping his heart. He missed the embers... the heat... why did it have to be water as deep and cold as this? He closed his eyes and then muttered to himself.[color=9e005d]”Нести страх, я не боюсь. “[/color] He then repeated it a few times and then looked up and started climbing again.[color=9e005d]” Нести страх, я не боюсь.” [/color]He repeated with each step, despite all the slip ups and efforts until he was finally up on the bloody ship. He hopped over the edge and went on his knees, before taking a deep breath to calm himself.[color=9e005d]” Bloody made it...”[/color] He stated, once they were on land, he was going to kiss the ground. He missed solid ground already. Never on ship again! Finally with some degree of safety, he looked about. People... cookie Ludwig, the captain woman, other women, men and then there was one man who appeared really familiar from somewhere. That was of course Fyror, but Constantin couldn't recall his name. He just knew that man's mug was familiar from somewhere. They had met somewhat not too far ago... probably. [hider=Translations] Я в порядке, не волнуйся, Большой Bazhooli ... = I'm fine, don't worry, Great Bazhooli. Нести страх, я не боюсь. =The bear's afraid, I'm not. [/hider]