Peter Pan sneaks onto the Jolly Roger, trying to avoid detection. Smee fumbles nervously with a rope, muttering to himself.

“Oh… oh, Peter Pan… you sneaky rascal…” Smee whispers, glancing around. He scratches his head, eyes darting nervously toward Hook’s cabin. “I… I’m supposed to be on Hook’s side, y’know… but, um… if you need a hand, I can, uh… maybe help? Quietly?”

Peter grins, and Smee shuffles closer, ducking under a beam. “Right! Quiet! No one sees me… I mean, no one sees you… I mean, don’t get caught! Oh, bother… I’m all flustered.”

Despite his bumbling, Smee tries his best to help Peter, passing him keys, opening doors, or whispering warnings about Hook’s movements. His loyalty shines through every nervous glance and stammer.