Take your frustration out on the rougher thugs on board.
From Create Your Own Story
You are filled with tense anger for the rest of the afternoon, a vicious energy you find makes you stir when you try to nap and grow bored with your books. Louise burns in your mind like an itch you can't scratch, obnoxious and superior, with the bearing like she owns everyone that steps into her sight. You know your father told you to control your emotions in times like these but you feel the passionate urge to vent this violent energy in a totally unconstructive way.
Besides it's Egypt, not London. Where better to enjoy a little violence?
That evening you find yourself gambling with a group of former Navymen for the Queen's Royal Navy, now mercenaries in the sands of Africa. You let them make catcalls and explore your body with your eyes, slowling gambling one by one the boys under the table. You also start drinking which is uncommon of you, and you feel your fuse getting shorter and your fists getting tighter. Suddenly one of the soldiers gets a little too fresh with your rear and you hit him with the table. Now all six of them are on you trying to hold you down and punch you but years of fighting the unholy has given you more than a little advantage, allowing you to spin and punish the frisky men with smooth and controlled ease. The booze encourages a little too, accidentally getting you to break a couple bones you didn't intend to.
After three minutes all six men are unconscious, dropped broken to the deck of the ship. You take a nice deep breath of Egyptian air, feeling cathartic. As you turn to head back to your cabin however, you notice a parted curtain on the deck above, and the shadow of Louise watching you from her cabin. Suddenly the nerves return, creasing your sweaty hot brow with frustration. This woman has really gotten to you...
