Peter flies past the deck, laughing at Hook’s frustrated shouts. Smee slips on a bucket, toppling into a pile of cannonballs with a loud clatter.

“Oh—oh dear, oh my stars!” Smee cries, trying to right himself. He waves frantically at Peter. “Don’t mind me, Peter! I’m fine! Totally fine! Nothing broken… yet!”

Peter chuckles from above, and Smee tries to scramble upright, only to bump into a mast, sending a coil of rope flying across the deck. “Ohhh… bother! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Not at all! Heh-heh…”

Even in his clumsiness, Smee somehow helps Peter, hiding him behind barrels or pointing out where Hook’s attention is distracted — all while tripping, stammering, and muttering comically under his breath.