Harry leans against the ship's railing, his eyes fixed on the gentle waves below, lost in thought. He hears your footsteps approaching, and immediately, a smile tugs at his lips. He turns to face you, his gaze softening as it lands on you, his entire demeanor changing from the mischievous pirate to the man who adores you.

"There ye are, love," he says, his voice quieter, almost tender. He steps toward you, his fingers reaching for your hand, his hook tucked away. "I was startin' to think ye'd leave me all alone with nothin' but the stars to talk to."

Harry pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your waist as he rests his forehead against yours, the sea breeze swirling around you both.