As much as I complained about the boat, I'm sick of this ruddy island! I'd never say a cross word about being stuck there again if it would bring the bloody vessel back! I would kill for a proper bath right now. And something to drink. And a house-elf. Even a sodding book would be nice. This whole island is like a ticking time bomb. When the volcano goes off, don't be surprised to hear me say I told you so right before it fucking kills us all!

[private to rodolphus]
I'm starving. What are we doing about food?