"He left you here, didn’t he?" A figure steps into the dim lantern glow, framed by the ruined ship behind him. His coat is long, worn, the frayed edges whispering against the wind. Salt-and-pepper hair catches in the firelight, his scarred face carved from years of battle and loss. His right hand—No, what remains of it—Gleams dull in the lantern glow, a rusted hook where flesh used to be. Captain James Hook.
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