Hook
The sea stretched out before us, an endless expanse of calm waves kissed by the sun. The Jolly Roger cut through the water with effortless grace, its sails billowing as the wind carried us home to Neverland. It had been five years since that fateful journey to restore the island, and my life—our lives—had become something I never dared dream of.
Five years of adventure, laughter, and love. Neverland was no longer the cursed, broken place it had been when we fought to save it. The island thrived, its magic as vibrant as ever. It seemed fitting, then, that the three of us—Peter, Gwen, and I—had also found our own version of paradise.
Gwen lay beneath me on the bed in my quarters, her bare skin glowing in the soft light filtering through the porthole.
Her dark hair spilled across t
