The next morning, everyone met downstairs for breakfast. That morning's meal consisted of chocolate chip pancakes, strawberry crepes smothered in chocolate sauce, hot chocolate, and bacon. "We've got to give you something normal or your parents will kill us," Valerie explained as she loaded the greasy bacon on each plate. But no one was complaining. It was delicious. Even Malfoy kept his rude comments to himself.
The three Slytherin boys looked awful. Pookie hadn't let them back in her house so they slept in the mud. They all had big bags under their blood shot eyes and their clothes were filthy. They ate ravenously and between bites would try to brush the grass and dirt clumps out of their hair. Because the author in charge of writing this story is not a huge fan of these three, they had accidentally forgotten their bags back at Hermione's and had no change of clothes. Now, Valerie and Max were not mean people so after breakfast, Valerie took them upstairs, gave them some of Max's old robes to wear, showed them how to work the washer and dryer, and let them each take a shower.
When they walked down the stairs, it took everything Harry had to suppress a loud laugh. Draco looked even more miserable that before. He was dressed in the shabbiest robes Harry had ever seen. Max was a small man so his robes were far too small for Crabbe and Goyle's corpulent frames so the material stretched tight across their big bellies and barely reached their knees. The funniest part of it all was when they went to get their laundry out of the dryer, a scream was heard throughout the house. Despite Valerie's attempt to instruct them, they had all ignored the part about washing Malfoy's red sweater separate from the white shirts. They had also ignored the part about not drying the sweater in the dryer. So, the boys were stuck wearing very pink shirts, very pink tinted pants, and very pink socks. Malfoy's sweater had shrunk so much that Valerie gave it to a delighted house elf.
It came time for everyone to get going. Harry gave his great-grandparents one more hug goodbye and then started down the road towards the Florin Channel with his friends and the Pink Brigade.
"Bye bye boys!... And girl!" Valerie waved from the door.
"Have fun storming the pirate boat!" Max called. Everyone looked curiously at Harry who shrugged.
The boat was docked only about a mile away from Max and Valerie's house. It had a very foreboding look with it's black sails in pirate flag. Max had told the group that Jack Sparrow had his own ship called the Black Pearl that he was very attached to so he had sold Westley's old ship on E-Bay for some extra cash. Apparently it was bought for quite a bit by some lovesick crazed teeny-bopper who was completely in love with Westley.
"Look!" Hermione gasped. "A group has gathered to see us off!" In the distance, Harry saw a huge gathering of people. He could hear faint yells and screams of joy coming from this large group. Ron grinned, excitement evident on his freckled face. He always loved attention. As they got closer, a chant was started, though the words couldn't be heard clearly. Flashes from cameras could be seen. Draco looked suddenly very annoyed with his pink clothes. He didn't want his outfit to appear in pictures. The group was about fifty yards away when Harry finally understood what was being said in the chant.
"We want Westly! We want Will! We want Jack! We want Westly! We want Will! We want Jack!"
Harry's eyes widened in horror as he realized that this group hadn't gathered to wish a farewell to the travelers. It was made up solely of teenage girls between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, most of which were sobbing loudly or holding up signs that read things like "I Love You Will!" and "As You Wish Westley!" and "Jack- You can steal my booty anytime!" and "U R 2 HOT 2 B 4-GOT-N" and "Die Elizabeth and Buttercup!" Harry grabbed Ron and Hermione's arms and rushed though the crowd of screaming girls to try to get on the boat. Once onboard, Harry saw the crew hiding from the crowd in various places all over the boat. One crew member, a skinny Spaniard, shoved a finger to his lips in a motion to be quite. He looked extremely frightened. Harry shoved his friends down and tried to remain as still as possible.
Draco, however, made no such effort. He straightened his pink clothes and sauntered through the crowd, greeting the girls. His attempts were rather humorous to watch. He would throw out a cheesy pick-up line and offer a wink or two. The girls completely ignored him. Well, they ignored him until Malfoy came up with the winning idea to tell a group of Westley lovers that he was a personal acquaintance. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched, terrified, as Draco was tackled by girls wanting to simply touch his hand or foot or whatever. He tried to yell for help from Crabbe and Goyle (who looked at the girls as if they had never seen one before) but something very unfortunate happened. A black stretch limousine pulled up.
In an instant, the girls were off of Draco and stampeding towards Crabbe and Goyle, who stood between them and the car. In mere milliseconds, the limo was covered with screaming girls, Crabbe and Goyle lay stunned and trampled on the ground, and Draco tenderly rubbed the fingernail scratches all over his arms and face where the girls had clawed at him. The three of them bolted onto the ship, shaking with terror. The limo took off down the road with girls holding on for dear life. The few that were left behind raced after it at a surprisingly swift pace, bawling with joy.
No one spoke. Everyone stared at the huge cloud of dust the girls had left behind. Moments after the limo was out of sight, another car pulled up. Five people literally jumped out and sprinted towards the boat. Harry saw that it was Westley and Buttercup along with another good looking couple and a very interesting man who ran as if he was drunk.
As they all tried to catch their breath, Westley straightened, speaking between his panting. "Harry, Ron (pant) Hermione, (gasp) and... you other kids... (gulp) this is Will and (gasp) Elizabeth Turner (breathe) and Captain Jack (sigh) Sparrow."