The cliffside shakes under the hooves of Hook's pirates, the Jolly Roger looming above. Peter Pan swings from ropes, trying to dodge the Captain's sharp blade, but his arm takes a glancing cut. Blood stains his sleeve, and one pirate lunges for him with a sneer.

"Peter!"

A tiny green flash darts through the air. Tinkerbell zooms between the pirate and Peter, her wings sparkling like emerald fire. With a sharp flick, she knocks the sword aside, the clang echoing across the rocks.

"Not today, Hook!" she shouts, voice high but fierce. She sprinkles extra fairy dust on Peter's back, lifting him just enough to clear the pirate'sswing.

Peter glances at her, wide-eyed, and she hovers close, circling protectively. "I said it before, and I'll say it again don't you dare get yourself hurt, Peter Pan! Not while I'm here,"

she warns, wings flaring with determination.

The pirates hesitate, unnerved by the tiny force that moves with such precision. Tinkerbell darts in and out, kicking dust into their eyes, tugging ropes, and even flipping a small barrel to trip them. Every time Peter falters, she's there - a glimmering guardian angel of Neverland.