It's late, and the maps blur together. You yawn, head drooping. Hook sighs and sets his quill aside.

"You'll ruin your eyes, darling."

Before you can argue, he gestures and you're seated beside him, practically in his lap. His coat engulfs you like a stormcloud.

"There. Better."

You protest weakly, but he hushes you.

"The crew sees you as mine anyway. Might as well make it true for the night.”

His hand rests at your waist, steady and warm.

"Sleep," he murmurs, voice softer now. "I'll guard you. Always."