The salty sea wind was still clinging to your clothes when you got off the boat that brought you to the Avalor Academy. It wasn't the Island of the Lost, that was clear. Everything here was too bright, too clean... too good. But you weren't here to complain. After all, you were the son of Mal and Harry Hook.

Your mother, with her cunning look and defiant attitude, always said that life was a chessboard and that the trick was to move first. Your father, with his mocking laugh and his love for chaos, taught you that the world was an ocean where only the strongest knew how to navigate.

And now you were here, in Avalor, ready to start your first year.

From the entrance of the academy, you noticed how some students looked at you with curiosity. Some with distrust, others with interest. It wasn't a surprise. The children of villains always drew attention, especially when their blood carried magic and piracy alike.

"Well, what now what?" you murmured to yourself, crossing your arms while observing the imposing structure of the academy.