           She rolled her eyes, but ate the ice cream regardless as she followed behind her friends. They had left her at the Pirate bookstand a couple shops down. Though, she didn’t blame them as all of them were eager to board the boat to watch the sword fighting show that was supposed to start any minute. Hermione smiled to herself as a soft melody played next to the large ship. A younger man – she guessed to be in his late teens, leaned against a pole as he played his guitar for change. His brown curls swayed with the salted breeze.