"You mean others than half-drowned Muggles and wand-happy Death Eaters?" Oliver asked in a tense voice. "I haven't exactly taken the time to take a good look around, you know? I have a plan – or had a plan."
Satisfied that his leg seemed to function once again, he nodded gratefully at Alicia and moved his leg experimentally. There was no pain to hinder his movements, so his little distraction plan should still work out as planned.
"I'll go and topple those cargo canisters or whatever that stuff is called. That should give us come cover to get the Muggles out of trouble." It was that precise moment that another explosion all but shook the ground and turned all plans into a moot point. Bits of stone and molten steel rained down on them and Oliver instinctively (albeit somewhat clumsily) put his arms around Alicia to shield her from the brunt of the explosion.
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The ground stopped shaking and a series of explosions could be heard coming from the ship and Oliver turned deadly pale as his mind finally caught on to what was happening. The Death Eaters were sinking the ship!
After this it was all a blur of action. They were side by side in the middle of the fight, then running toward the ship no longer caring about betraying their identity as wizards. There were Muggles to be saved, Death Eaters to be fought and – thank Merlin – reinforcements in the for of the Weasley twins.
It would take hours before the adrenaline subsided once again. Hours of fighting and getting hit by hexes and ending up in the icy cold water and refusing to get dried up until everyone was tended to. By the time Oliver arrived back at Percy and his flat the sun was already coming up and there was no more feeling left in his hands and feet. That didn't bode well for the coming day.