You try your luck with your bindings

Your mind clouded, perhaps by nothing but sheer anger, you start to struggle against the chains and rub your hands against the mittens. Without any success of course. The cuffs or your wrists and ankles are simply not the sort of thing one could escape from, and the mittens are too tight and slippery for your efforts to bear fruit.

You take a deep breath, and decide to wait for Mr. O’Brian. At this point, the situation is entirely hopeless.