The boat swayed in a deadly rhythm knocking her to the sides of the ship. The water rushed a crumbled against the sides of the boat trying to pull them under. An unmerciful storm rushed over head, the wind filled the sails and the boat rocked with a mighty force knocking even men with the greatest sea legs of balance. Water was filling the sides pouring in slowly through large cracks with makeshift rum bottles to stop the water from escaping.

A shadow quickly appeared over Hermione as she finished circling the e with her tattered rubber brush finishing the word pirate. She twisted her brush round into the gaps of the crudely made deck letting it scrape out the loose dirt. The brush was hard and wet on her once soft hands. She smelt of sea water and the horrible gruel she had been forced to throw down her throat trying not to gag.

“It was nothing.” He answered gruffly trying to sound as if it was. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron staring at the ground pushing his hand through his flames with one arm and resting the other on the tattered remains of a dining booth.
 
“I- I dare say your brother might be in some troub-“She said turning to face him.
 
“Don’t tell Moody.”

Clunk Clunk. Pause. Clunk. Pause. Clunk Clunk.
 
Hermione’s boots clunked along the deck. Back and forth she strode.

Everyone’s heard automatically turned to where he was pointing so hysterically. Sure enough, a thin strip of land appeared on the horizon. Hermione heart rose realising this is the first time she had seen land for weeks. The crew bustled around, the roar of excitement was tremendous. Hermione’s home sickness flew over her un-expectantly. She sighed.

Land.