Trixie was gone for five fucking minutes, five fucking minutes to check into some of the cabins and have a quick smoke, when she hears the sounds of a beating coming from the galley.

"Mr. Jopson!" she yells, starting to run. "Mr. Jopson, come quick!"

Dorian Gray has his hands around Harry Goodsir's neck. "Jesus Christ! Dorian! Dorian, what the fuck are you doing? Let go of him!"