Bells ring over Neverland — something they’ve never done before.

Hook stands at the altar, sharp in white and gold, a pirate king marrying peace itself.

Peter crashes through the glass dome in a burst of green and feathers, landing in front of the stunned crowd.

“You can’t,” Peter blurts. “You don’t love her.”

Hook’s expression falters for just a second. “This isn’t your place, boy.”

“Maybe not,” Peter says, stepping closer, voice trembling, “but your heart was.”

The ship trembles as storm winds rise. Hook’s fiancée screams. The ring clatters to the floor.

And for a moment, it’s only them — two storms colliding in the middle of vows never meant to be kept.