"Let's aim for the middle sea..." Ivan said. "Best to be safe rather than sorry." He went to the wheel and aimed towards the centre of the sea.

You slipped through the pirates and then came to the middle sea. it was slower, but soon you made it back to port with little trouble caused by the mist. You had used 7 days of food getting back, as the wind stayed in favor on the sea.

The first thing Ivan planned to do was take the sailors out for drinks. Their help was proved to be invaluable to him. "We're back..." he said, taking a deep breath of sea air.

The sea air tasted nice, St Petersburg loomed ahead. The Port Official was dealing with some sailors. The tavern was near the market place, between it and the pet shop, which was near the ship building and repairing area, where ship parts could also be bought.

Ivan walked off the ship and then turned to face the sailors. "Mind if I buy you a round?" he asked, smiling. "You were very helpful, unlike others."

The three sailors looked delighted, "Sure!"

There were some sailors inside and five bar people this time. A table was free in the corner, a rounded one. There were some posher people there, and some normal people singing, dead drunk, including someone you recognized.. what was his name? Gilbert Beilschmidt from school.

(WHY IS PRUSSIA HERE?!!!!)

Ivan recognised Gilbert from the School of Trade. He walked over to Gilbert, who, in his drunken state, seemed not to recognise him. He flicked the man on the ear. "Privet!" Ivan said, smiling.

(Is Gilbird his parrot?)

((I felt like it. And maybe one day x3))

Gilbert looked at you, his speech slurred, "What 're you doin' 'er eevan?"