Hook The morning sun cast a golden hue over the deck of the Jolly Roger as I leaned against the ship's railing, the familiar scent of salt and sea filling the air. My crew bustled about, preparing for the journey ahead, their movements a well-rehearsed dance of efficiency. Yet, my thoughts were elsewhere, entangled with the events of the previous night. Gwen's presence lingered in my mind, her fiery spirit and unwavering determination both a challenge and a temptation. I had watched her with Pan, a pang of jealousy searing through me—a sentiment I hadn't anticipated nor welcomed. It was a dangerous distraction, one that could compromise the mission at hand. As if summoned by my thoughts, Peter emerged from below deck, his new attire—a gift from me—fitting him well. He approached with a

