After the challenge, Cyrus raced for the bathrooms yet again. He tried to remember Quinn's breathing tactics, but he just couldn't help himself. The food was much too disgusting for the professional pirate to keep down. He closed the stall and regurgitated the contents of his brunch again.
"SON OF A SEA BISCUIT!" he cursed in between heaves.
This was indeed embarrassing for Cyrus. Here he was supposed to be a rough dog of the sea, who's stomach could handle anything. And here.... he couldn't even finish any of the food that was placed in front of him. He was ashamed to say the least.