Ten minutes later, nothing had happened.
"Where are we actually going?" Jess asked.
"Um…pass." Hannah slowed the jet ski to a stop and looked around. The island they had left was now little more than a speck behind them, but they couldn't see anything else in any other direction.
"CRUD." Jess muttered.
"I have to say, this IS a bit strange…" Hannah said. "I mean, we're over three-quarters of the way through the book and we haven't see one SINGLE famous person yet…"
Suddenly an enormous yacht pulled up alongside them, filled to the brim with celebrities having a party.
"I say, are you two lost?" Said a very English-sounding voice from the yacht. Jess and Hannah looked up to see Hugh Grant leaning over the side.
"Er…yes." Jess said, looking at the giant banana.
"Do you want to come aboard?" He asked.
"Yeah!" Hannah leapt off the jet ski and climbed up the anchor of the yacht, closely followed by Jess.
"What are you all DOING here?!" Hannah asked, excited by yet another convenient plot twist.
"We were just having a yacht party when we accidentally drifted into the Bermuda Triangle, and now we're lost!" Hugh explained. "So we decided to keep on partying."
"Good plan." Hannah nodded approvingly. "Got any Strongbow?" Someone handed her a glass and she grinned. "PARRRR-T�!" She squealed, happily, boogying off into the crowd.

"…and we REALLY need to get home because we've arranged a Christmas Party for all our friends, and NOW we're stuck in the Bermuda Triangle!" Jess finished to Keira Knightly.
"That's awful," she sympathised.
"Would you like a drink?" A butler walked up to her.
Jess reflected the butler with sadness in her eyes. "I used to have a butler…" She sniffed. "His name was Chris." She frowned suddenly. "Although I think it was a dream."
"That would be a yes then." The butler handed her a glass of punch.
"Is this alcoholic?" Jess asked Keira, Knightly and Renee Zellweger who had appeared with the butler.
Keira shrugged and got distracted by Orlando Bloom walking past.
Jess took a sip and raised an eyebrow. "Fruity."
Hannah wandered through the crowd of celebrities and came to the stern of the boat, leaning on the railings and staring out to sea.
She had already donned Fred Durst's hat, acquired Justin Hawkin's and Orlando Bloom's phone numbers and had an argument over dress sense with Jennifer Lopez.
She sighed and watched as the ship suddenly turned around and they retreated in the direction they had just come from.
They were well and truly lost. Particularly with Hugh Grant at the helm. She was now trapped in the Bermuda Triangle with a boatful of beautiful celebrities, and when the alcohol runs out, they'll all get very ratty.
She blinked, trying to unglaze her eyes and felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she gasped.
"KEANU!" She squealed, leaping four foot in the air and landing on the guy who played Mini-Me in Austin Powers. "What are you doing here?!"
"What are YOU doing HERE?!"
"Coincidence, I guess." Hannah said. "Although, I have to admit that it's a fairly LARGE coincidence, meeting you on a yacht in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle…"
"Yeah."
"So…how are you? I thought you got sucked into space half way through Book Six."
"I DID." Keanu said, sounding pissed off.
"Oh."
"SOMEONE didn't close the hatch properly." He continued.
"Ah."
"YES."
Hannah tried to push the recollection that Chris J had been last into the spaceship (and the one to shut the door) to the back of her mind.
"Sorry about that." She cleared her throat. "Still…stuck together on a yacht in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, eh? That's fate, that."
"I don't believe in fate."
"Shame." Hannah downed her sixth Strongbow. "Anyway…you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"I can see a rather worse-for-wear young lady standing right in front of me." Keanu muttered.
"Where?!" Hannah turned around. Keanu shook his head and tried to find someone else to talk to…he latched onto Brad Pitt who was nattering to George Clooney and Jennifer Connelly. "Bugger…" Hannah muttered, turning around to kick the railings, one of which broke. She wondered whether she should go back and talk to J-Lo about dress sense.