The sea air hummed with the chatter of sailors, punctuated by the occasional whistle as Andrew stepped forward with a beaming grin. He held his arms out wide, commanding the deck’s attention.

"Silence! Silence!" Andrew's voice echoed across the ship. "It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Harry with a very special, very expensive, very large birthday present."

Behind him stood a colossal object, covered by a thick cloth tied with a red ribbon, swaying slightly in the breeze. The sailors craned their necks in anticipation, eager to see what Andrew had brought.

Harry, his boyish grin broadening, clapped Andrew on the back. "Ah, Andrew—ye great lanky beanpole—ye shouldn’t have!"

The crew erupted in cheers, whistles, and the stomping of feet. Andrew preened under the attention, his grin widening as he stepped aside to unveil the gift.

"I know, Harry. But happy birthday!"

With a dramatic flourish, Andrew yanked the cloth away, revealing a massive, garish statue of Harry, depicted as a heroic warrior stepping triumphantly atop a giant royal crest. It was outrageously ornate, completely over the top. Even Max, Harry’s loyal dog, growled at the sight of it, sensing its extravagance.

Harry scratched the back of his head, his face a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "Gee, Andy, it’s, err—it’s really somethin’, ain’t it?"

Andrew puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course, I had hoped it would be a wedding present, but..." He let the sentence hang in the air, pointedly.

Harry groaned, grabbing the spyglass from Andrew’s hands and looking out towards the horizon. "Och, don’t start with that again, Andrew. Ye’re not still sore because I didn’t fall head over heels for Mal—Princess of the Moors, daughter of Queen Maleficent—are ye?"

Andrew fumbled as Harry tossed the spyglass back to him, catching it awkwardly. "Oh, Harry, it’s not just me. The entire kingdom wants to see you settled down with the right girl."

Harry exhaled heavily, leaning against the ship’s railing, gazing out to the restless waves. "Aye, I know. She’s out there somewhere. I just… I just haven’t found her yet."

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Perhaps ye’ve not been lookin’ hard enough."

A slow smile crept across Harry’s face as he shook his head. "Believe me, Andy, when I find her, I’ll know. There’ll be no doubt. It’ll just—bam!—hit me, like lightning."

As if the universe itself had taken his words as a cue, the sky suddenly darkened. Thick clouds gathered, swirling ominously overhead. Thunder rumbled, and flashes of lightning streaked across the heavens.

"Hurricane a’comin’!" a sailor bellowed. "Stand fast! Secure the riggin’!"

The crew snapped into action, scrambling to their positions as the wind howled through the masts. Rain began to fall in heavy sheets, drenching the deck in moments. The sea, once calm, now churned violently beneath them, with massive waves swelling higher and higher, threatening to swallow the ship whole.

Harry bolted to the ship’s wheel, fighting against the storm’s fury. Sailors strained at the ropes, trying to keep the sails under control, but the storm was relentless.

On the side of the ship, Uma, lost her grip on the ropes. She plunged into the swirling sea, disappearing beneath the surface for a moment before swimming towards the stern. As she surfaced, her eyes widened in horror. A flash of lightning hit one of the sails, setting it ablaze. Fire and black-red smoke began to consume the ship.

"Look out!" Harry’s voice cut through the chaos, but it was too late.

The ship smashed into jagged rocks, the impact throwing nearly everyone overboard. Harry's gaudy statue, a birthday gift only moments ago, now sank beneath the waves like a forgotten relic, disappearing into the dark depths alongside Andrew, who flailed helplessly.

"Andy, hang on!" Harry shouted, his voice hoarse from the spray of saltwater.

In one powerful motion, Harry hauled Andrew into the lifeboat, his body braced against the relentless waves. But as he turned to the ship, his heart sank. Max was still on board, barking frantically as flames licked closer and closer to him.

"Max!" Harry’s eyes widened in terror.

Without a second thought, he dove back into the stormy waters. The cold bit at his skin, but adrenaline pushed him onward. He climbed the side of the burning ship, muscles aching as he hoisted himself over the railing just as one of the masts came crashing down with a deafening crack. He barely dodged it.

Max, standing on a narrow ledge, whimpered as Harry held out his arms. "Jump, Max! Come on, lad! Ye can do it!"

With a desperate bark, Max leaped into Harry’s arms. Harry turned to run, but his foot caught on a broken plank, snapping it beneath his weight. He lurched forward, losing his grip on Max. The dog splashed into the water below, paddling toward the lifeboat.

On deck, Harry struggled to free himself as the flames grew hotter, fueled by the wind and the storm. Black-red smoke billowed into the sky, mixing with the storm clouds above.

"Harry!" Andrew shouted from the lifeboat, his voice trembling with fear.

Just as Harry freed himself, the fire reached a barrel of gunpowder. The explosion rocked the ship, sending a plume of black-red smoke into the air. The force of the blast threw Harry into the sea, unconscious.

Below the waves, Uma saw Harry sinking. With a powerful kick, she dove after him, pulling him to the surface just as the fireworks continued to blaze overhead, an eerie contrast to the chaos of the storm.

On the beach, the sky was overcast with the lingering storm, the waves gently lapping at the shore as Harry Hook lay unconscious on the sand. His usually mischievous eyes were closed, and his chest barely moved, his body limp as if the sea had drained every ounce of life from him. Beside him, Uma knelt, her eyes wide with worry as she gazed down at him.

"Harry?" Uma's voice trembled as she leaned over him, her fingers shaking as they hovered near his face. "Is he... dead?"

Suddenly, a familiar squawk pierced the air. Scuttle, the ever-curious seagull, flapped his wings and landed beside them, his feathers damp from the storm.

"Dead?" Scuttle repeated, waddling over to Harry's motionless form. He gave a loud sniff and shook his head. "Let me have a look here."

With great ceremony, Scuttle opened one of Harry's eyelids, peering at the unresponsive eye beneath.

"Hmm... it's hard to say." He frowned in thought, his beak twitching. Then, in a rather unorthodox manner, he pressed his ear against Harry's foot, listening intently. After a beat, he sighed dramatically, his feathers puffing out. "I can't make out a heartbeat."

Uma’s eyes widened, but before panic could fully grip her, she noticed something – the subtle rise and fall of Harry’s chest. Her heart skipped a beat.

"No, look!" Uma said, her voice breaking the silence. She leaned closer, gently brushing the wet hair from Harry's face, her hand lingering as she gazed at him. The hard edge that usually lined her eyes softened. "He's breathing... he's so beautiful."

The tension in her voice dissolved as she let her hand rest on his cheek. For a moment, all the world seemed to disappear. Harry’s face, usually marked by his devil-may-care grin and the gleam of mischief in his eyes, looked peaceful, vulnerable.

Uma’s thoughts wandered as she found herself humming softly. A melody rose from within her, one that felt old and familiar, like a distant memory surfacing from the depths of her heart.

"Part of Your World (Reprise)"

Uma (singing):
What would I give
To live where you are?
What would I pay
To stay here beside you?

As the notes filled the air, her voice wavered with longing. Behind them, the sea continued to churn, bringing with it the figures of Sebastian and Flounder, who had been swept ashore by the storm. The pair of them watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Sebastian’s jaw dropped, utterly gobsmacked by the sight of Uma tenderly caressing Harry’s cheek.

The crab snapped his mouth shut, shooting a glare at Scuttle, who obligingly reached over and closed his mouth for him.

Uma continued to sing, her voice growing more tender with every note.

What would I do to see you
Smiling at me?
Where would we walk?
Where would we run?
If we could stay all day in the sun
Just you and me
And I could be
Part of your world...

The clouds began to part, allowing beams of golden sunlight to break through and bathe the beach in a warm glow. The soft light filtered down on Harry's face, and his eyes fluttered open. He blinked slowly, disoriented, before his hand instinctively reached out to touch Uma's. His vision was blurry, but he could just make out her figure, the sunlight making her hair glisten like the sea.

From his limited perspective, all he could see was her waist up, and her silhouette against the sunlight made her seem ethereal, like a dream.

Harry whispered hoarsely, his thick Scottish accent lacing the words with disbelief. "A girl... saved me..."

But before he could fully comprehend the moment, Max, his loyal dog, came bounding across the sand, barking excitedly. He raced to Harry’s side and began licking his face with enthusiastic, wet kisses, causing Harry to sputter in protest.

“Ach, Max, get off me, ye daft dog!” Harry chuckled weakly, trying to push the overexcited dog away.

From the distance, Andrew came running over, relief washing over his face. “Harry!” he shouted, his voice shaking. “Oh, Harry, you really delight in these sadistic strains on my blood pressure, don't you?”

Andrew knelt beside his friend, helping him to his feet. Harry groaned, rubbing the back of his head, still dazed from his near-drowning experience.

“A girl,” Harry muttered again, still in awe. “She... rescued me. She was singin’. She had the most beautiful voice.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow, giving Harry a skeptical look. “A girl, Harry? I think ye’ve swallowed a bit too much seawater, lad.”

Harry shook his head, but before he could argue further, Andrew patted him on the back. “Come on. We need tae get ye back to the ship.”

Max barked, standing knee-deep in the water, his gaze fixed on the retreating figure of Uma and her friends as they disappeared beneath the waves.

Sebastian, who had been watching the entire scene with growing horror, glanced nervously at Flounder. "We just gotta forget this whole thing ever happened," he muttered, his thick Jamaican accent laden with worry. "The sea king will never know. You won’t tell him, I won’t tell him... I’ll stay in one piece."

As Harry was led away, Uma swam further out, her heart still racing from the encounter. She hoisted herself onto a nearby rock, her gaze following Harry’s retreating figure. The sun kissed her face, and her voice carried on the wind as she sang once more, her longing undeniable.

Uma (singing):
I don't know when
I don't know how
But I know something's starting right now
Watch and you'll see
Some day I'll be
Part of your...

Her voice faltered as Flotsam and Jetsam, Ursula's loyal eels, slithered up from the water, circling her rock with ominous intent. But for Uma, only the thought of Harry lingered in her mind.

Wooooooorld...

And with that, the waves gently closed over her, leaving the beach silent once more.