Peter steps onto the pirate ship, slick with rain. Hook leans against the rail, smirk twisting across his face as faint fairy glows pulse along his hook. Each jar on deck flickers like trapped hearts. The sea thrashes violently, waves crashing against the ship as if testing Peter’s resolve. Hook tilts his head, studying him like a predator circling prey. “Careful, boy,” he warns. “Even light can be stolen.” The tension is physical; the air thick with threat, magic, and unspoken challenge.