"The message said it was an attack on some sort of Muggle boat," George muttered as he finished loading up his pockets and quickly grabbed his jacket. "It was a short message, but it sounded like it could be pretty bad. I hope there are enough of us to handle it."
Shrugging it on and picking up his wand from the desk - making double sure not to grab the trick one by mistake - he turned back to Fred. "Ready?" Barely waiting for his twin to answer, George concentrated and spun into the darkness of Disapparition.
When he popped out again on the other side, landing on an embankment a short ways from the dock, the chaos of the scene assaulted him immediately. Out in the sea, the Muggle ship was roughly halfway below the waterline, tilted at an unnatural angle, and on the dock he saw the charred remains of luggage spread everywhere as well as a small group of Muggles huddled behind a cart that had been practically blasted apart. There was a small group of Death Eaters still involved in shooting spells at the ship - by the frequent jets of sickly green issuing from their wands, George could guess all too easily what spell they were using - but he didn't see any other Order members anywhere.
"Bloody hell," he murmured under his breath as Fred popped into view a few feet away. "Alright Forge, what's the plan?"