The air smells of salt and gunpowder. When your eyes flutter open, you’re greeted by the dim flicker of lantern light and the unmistakable creak of the Jolly Roger. Chains bite at your wrists — Hook’s doing, no doubt. Then you hear that smooth, venomous voice.

“Ah, my little bird finally wakes.” His boots click on the wood as he leans closer, smile sharp as a blade. “You’ve flown into my hands again, Pan. But I’m feeling merciful tonight.” He traces the point of his hook under your chin. “Stay aboard, follow my rules… and I might just let you live.”

Outside, the waves crash. Inside, his eyes burn like fire. You can fight him — or learn what it truly means to be caught by a pirate captain.