I'm sick of pacing this godforsaken boat bored out of my skull. There isn't a single bloody thing here that interests me. And it isn't half as cushy as Black Manor. And I hate almost everyone here. I don't have my sitting room or my kitchen or my bloody dungeon. There aren't any bloody muggles or house-elves I can play with. This ship is pointless! Who the hell is in charge here? Sure, it was great to meet my nephew and see old people who aren't old. And dead people who aren't dead... No, actually, those last two kind of pissed me off. But I have a great nephew. And now I'm done with this place. Someone figure out a way off of here or I will blow this whole ruddy ship to kingdom come. This is it. I'm over it. We're done here. Get me the hell off this ship!