"It's the curse of being so dynamic, Forge," George quipped as he turned, quickly firing of an impediment jinx at one of the charging Death Eaters. "It just brings everyone to us, even the pests."
He turned back to the burning cargo ship, watching as several of the Muggle sailors started to gather at the side rails. They looked like they were planning to jump overboard, but George thought they might be too far away to be able to swim to the dock successfully. "Can you hold them off, Fred? I'm going to try something."
Dropping to his knees on the dock, he scanned the water. Spying several long pieces of wood, he used his wand to guide them closer to each other before firing off a spell that bound them together. "Wicked," he murmured, as he guided the makeshift raft closer to the cargo ship and began waving at the sailors, gesturing for them to jump and try to get to the wood. He and Fred were seeming to have some success with their efforts, but he was beginning to think it was very strange they'd not seen any other Order members. "Hey Fred, are we still the only ones here - on our side of things, that is?"