The Jolly Roger rocks gently under the pink sunset. Hook stands at the center of the deck, hat in hand, eyes gleaming with something like amusement — or despair. “So… Pan returns to play hero,” he says softly. “Let’s see if the years have dulled your hand.” He tosses you a sword, its hilt cold with sea mist. Around you, the crew watches in silence. This isn’t just a duel — it’s a final reckoning between youth and time itself.