Kirkby In A Nutshell: A Rewritten And Improved Edition.

Chapter 7: Vengeance is coming...

I stepped onto the boat, with a clear sense of anger in my step, for no-one stepped in my way. Blood was rushing to my head as I lead Kayleigh, Elijah, James, Mason, Emma, Amelia and Ava. Those three hours, I remained silent. My head had one goal in mind: Kill. I worked my way through the ship and adrenaline rushed through my head. As I went straight for the bar, a small little girl stood in my way, in the middle of a corridor holding a small doll.
“Move.” I said.
“Mommy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” She said, looking at the floor.
“You wouldn’t be ‘talking to strangers’ if you fucking listened and got out of my WAY!” I said, not caring who heard it.  The girl didn’t move. “MOVE!” I said. She stayed there. “If you don’t move, I’m gonna destroy that Barbie doll.” She clutched the doll closer, but stayed firmly where she is. In a fit of blind rage, and in what seemed to be slow motion, I tore the doll from out of her hand, popped the arms off, then the legs, then the head, and threw it to the floor while she gasped in abject horror. I stood on the dolls torso and head, feeling it squish like a grape under my foot.
“Now, dear, if you don’t move that’s gonna fucking be You!” I yelled at the girl. She very quickly moved to one side.
“Now what the hell do you think you’re doing to my daughter!?” Asked a man, with a gruff voice. Before i could respond, time slowed down, and my fist automatically swung upwards towards the man, who towered over me, yet fell like a leaf upon my strike.
“Shit!” I said, as things sped back up. I quickly hid the man in the cleaner’s closet, in which Mason and Amelia had previously had a further conquest. 
“Warren?” Asked Ava. “Don’t tell me you’ve killed a guy already?!”
“I hope i haven’t... ” I said, scared. I took my seat at the bar.
“What is it sir?” asked a peaky looking bartender.
“I’ll take a double Jack Daniel’s and Coke, with a drizzle of Disoranno, mixed while staring at an unopened bottle of Glenn Vodka, and add it to my tab.” I asked for, eyeing up a rifle, behind the mahogany bar. Upon the mantel place behind the bar, sat a string of barbed wire, showing the ferry group to be the Protestants. After downing two of my orders, I headed to the top deck of the ship, where I found Kayleigh looking out over the ocean, as it battered the sides of the ship.
“Are you ready to go now?” I asked, with a hint of sympathy in my voice.
“Warren, I have something to tell you...” She said, holding my hands and looking me in the eyes...