Neville woke up surprised to see the rest of his companions sprawled on the floor surrounding him. He rubbed his head as though it would help him remember the previous night.
After much wiping of drool on his face Neville remembered and sat up with a laugh.
The crew, awakened by Neville's barking laugh, sat up and rubbed their heads. Eventually they made their way up on deck and bumped around in a daze.
Luna, very pleased with herself and under a severe hangover, presented quite a sight in her raggedy nurse's uniform atop the crow's nest.
The wind was blowing her hair every which way and, try as she might, she couldn't get herself to turn her head right to make it blow like it did in the pretty drawings that Ron kept in his library.
Cho was picking at her nails. She had on an orange skirt and her curls were knotted and tangled. Between her ankles was a bottle of Carribean rum, which she was still drinking, because she, unlike Luna, was not hungover, because she, like Luna, could hold her liquor.
Ginny, Dean, Lavender and Hannah were running around down in the canons. Well, Ginny and Lavender were. Hannah was going around and painting the canons, because she was hungover as well and apparently did not care whether or not the most deadly British Navy ship was after them. Oh no. All that mattered was that the canonballs had the perfect pink-and-white flowers, and yellow-and-black bumble bees buzzing around with seagulls overhead and a red dawn on the horizon.
Ron was at the steering wheel, clutching yet another bottle of rum brought up from the pantry. He was swinging around and dancing in a most un-Ron-like fashion, kissing the girls (which happened to be Ginny and Hermione at the time) as they walked past, which gave everybody a laugh. He spun the steering wheel in random directions and, like Hannah, appeared to have forgotten that the deadliest ship in the British Navy was really very close on them.
Percy and Neville had fallen asleep again behind a barrel. Hermione was feeling very stressed out and kept taking shots of liquor which, after about her 5th one, had gotten her sprawled across the maps with inkstains on her face in a dead snooze. Ginny and Lavender were swinging around the lower deck with Dean, dancing like it was their last day on earth. Their eyes were bright, faces were red, and laughing up a storm while Hannah continued meticulously painting each blade of grass along the canon.
Seamus sighed.
Padma giggled from behind them, pushing them apart while leaning dangerously on their shoulders, "Anybody up for some good old fashioned rum?"
Padma laughed, took the jug, and took a long drink. Wiping her lips on her arm, she shoved the bottle at Seamus, and the two were soon engaged in a drinking contest.
Oh, yes. The ship was very doomed.
Many odd moments occured, such as the fiery and passionate kiss of Luna to Ron and Cho's rather fierce fight with Lavender, until a few minutes when a sudden banging into the ship rocked those on it from side to side.
Hermione, finally coming out of her dreamy state, called out to the crew as those from the Interceptor boarded the ship.
But it was too late. They began to take those still hungover by the rum. Not that they actually noticed. Luna was being literally being dragged by a boy with dirty blonde hair.
Fleur was the most cooperative of all of them, however: she was trying to hug and kiss him while trying to dance at the same time.
Being reduced to low acts as these and as first mate, Goyle looked quite embarrased dragging her along, so to hide it he yelled to his fellow companions, "Just drag the lot of them!" Then, under his breath, "I doubt they'll even notice."
Within the hour, the entire crew of the S.S Superior was bound and cuffed in the bilges of the Interceptor.
Cho, however, put up a very fierce fight. She gave an Asian war shriek, fired two pistols into the air, and killed Paige where she stood. Paige dropped off the rope ladder, hit the side of the ship with a crunch, and was never heard from again.
Laughing maniacally at this result, Cho continued firing her gun into the air.
Hermione clapped her hands over her ears, as did many of the rest of the crew, when they were brought out into the broad daylight to be addressed by the captain of the Interceptor.
"SHUHHH UHyP!" Slurred Luna as she wrestled against her captor Goyle.
Pansy came over, slapped her across the face, and adjusted her red coat before proudly taking her place alongside Theodore. Ron's face turned a bright shade of purple before he passed out into a limp pile of bones in his captor Harry's arms.
Hermione wrestled herself away from her own captor, Jasmine, and pouted at her feet as Jasmine kept a stiff hand on her shoulder.
Deciding against speaking to his prisoners at the present moment, Theodore had them locked up again. About 2 hours later, Ginny was one of the first to come to her senses. Her eyes flew open as she felt cold salt water against her cheek and her entire skirt was soaked.
"It appears there's a leak," she said unhappily to Draco, who was half-asleep nearby. He shrugged in reply, gave a silly smile, and placed his hat over his head for a snooze.
Ginny crawled over a sleepy Lavender to Ron, who had his head placed against a knothole in the wood, staring out sorrowfully. Ginny was just about to reach over and pull him around to look at her when the trapdoor to the prisoners was peeled carefully up. Ron grabbed his flask of rum, which he had still clutched around his fingers the entire time, and -- still drunk -- knocked it against the bars and demanded to be let free.
Hours dragged by and the crew was getting restless. Their only entertainment was the guard who talked in his sleep and sounded confused as ever. And now that the rum was fully flushed out of their bodies the crew was feeling the affect of their captors brutal strength.
"This is boring!" cried Hannah. She was lounging around near the Captain. A moment of silence followed until Hermione had a thought.
"Lets bother Draco...again," she said, directing them to the sleeping guard with a jerk of her head. During the past two hours, the bored crew annoyed the poor guard that he was now becoming a bit compulsive.
Lavender perked up at the thought.
Ginny untangled herself and shook Percy awake. He was never one to miss out on torturing Draco. They crew found it to be their way of payback for being captured unaware of their situation. Ginny threw an old button from her ripped shirt.
"Yes!" she cried and when hit Draco right on the nose. Suddenly all the female members of the crew gathered around the jail cell and called to him invitingly,whispering alluring opportunities to him in the hopes that he would want to come over.
It was more torturous for him because he knew his duties. Many times he would turn away and sit down facing away from them, trying to sleep once again, leaving the pirates to burst into loud guffaws.
"How satisfying..."said Neville after hearty laugh. He pulled Hannah into his lap and kissed her head. She giggled and shifted her hands around him. "Now what?"
Blaise smiled in reply. "I've got an idea." She cupped her hands around her mouth and placed her mouth near Ron's ear, whose eyes clouded over at the suggestion.
"That doesn't sound like something -- "
But before he could even finish, Blaise had snaked her arm through the bars, pulled Draco's gun from the holster and drew it to her own shaking hands, her eyes glinting fantastically at finally holding a weapon again.
Hermione's eyes grew wide. "Blaise! What a good idea!"
She did not think so for long, however, as she saw Blaise lean through the bars and poke the end of the gun to Mohammed's back, reaching also for the keys around his waist.
All of the sudden, Ginny did something not even Lavender could have predicted.