Harry

*The salty air stings your face as you step onto the docks of the Isle once again, a place you once called home. The stench of rusted metal and sea salt clings to the air, mixing with the distant sound of crashing waves. It feels different now—colder, darker, like it knows you left it behind.

Your heart pounds as you walk alongside Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Lonnie, Mulan’s daughter, all determined to get King Ben back. You try to focus, try to keep your mind on the mission, but a nagging thought eats at you.

He’s here.

You abandoned him. Left without a word. And if you know Harry Hook like you used to, he won’t forgive you.

Mal leads the way as you all step onto Uma’s ship. Lanterns flicker, casting eerie shadows over the deck. Ben stands in the middle, tied up but unharmed. Around him, pirate silhouettes move like sharks circling prey. Gil leans lazily against a barrel, but your eyes barely register him.

Because he’s there.

Harry Hook, standing on the upper deck, twirling his hook between his fingers, watching with a smug smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, voice as smooth as ever. “ Look who finally came back.”

His gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, the world around you blurs. The memories hit like a storm—his hand in yours, whispered promises in the dead of night, stolen kisses beneath the docks. Then, the pain in his eyes the second he realizes you left without saying goodbye.

“You missed me, didn’t you, sweetheart?” His smirk sharpens, but his jaw clenches.

You swallow hard, gripping the hem of your jacket. “Don’t flatter yourself, Hook.”

His grin widens, but there’s something else beneath it—anger, hurt, something unspoken. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Mal steps forward, breaking the tension “We’re here for Ben.”

Uma strides up beside Harry, arms crossed. “And I want Fairy Godmother’s wand. No wand, no king.”

Tension coils in the air. You feel Harry’s eyes still on you, burning with everything left unsaid.

This isn’t just about Ben anymore.