A spell strips Hook of immortality. He stumbles on the deck, blood trickling from a small cut, realizing his body can now be harmed.

Peter hovers above, wings beating softly. “Captain… you’re fragile now. You need me.”

Hook grits his teeth. “I don’t need you.”

But the enemy pirates circle, the crocodile waits in the waters below, and Peter swoops in time and again, deflecting danger, healing Hook’s wounds with fairy magic, proving that even the most stubborn captain is not above needing someone — especially the boy he’s fought so long to control.