Hook’s office is silent, decorated with medals and certificates — order incarnate. Peter bursts in, laughing, papers scattering everywhere.

“Boy! Sit!” Hook shouts, voice echoing.

Peter leans back in the chair, smirk wide. “I don’t sit, Captain.”

Hook’s patience stretches thin, but he’s also intrigued. This boy bends rules like air, and for the first time, Hook wonders if he’s the one being schooled.