"Go get it Pongo! Good boy." Henry patted the soft Dalmatian's head, and even though his appearance
might've changed, Pongo could still recognize Henry from a mile away. Pan/Henry threw the stick again,
and Pongo bounded excitedly after it, his paws kicking up dirt. He caught the stick in midair, and Henry
tossed it again. This time it went into the sea, but that didn't stop the black spotted dog. As he swam
through the strong waves, the lanky blond teen sat down on a the rocks by his old castle, turning when
he heard footsteps behind him. "Hello lad. What are you doing out here? It's the middle of the night."
Henry grinned when he saw the pirate, who sat on a rock next to him. "I could ask you the same, but I
know the answer already. My mom sent you out here, didn't she?" The pirate uncorked his rum and
took a swig, saying, "Actually, I volunteered, but close enough." Henry stared out into the black seas,
thinking deeply, then saying, "I come out here to think a lot. But Pongo was running around town, so I
decided to play with him." The pirate looked at him, confused. "Pongo?" The super wet Dalmatian
answered his question by jumping up on him, and Hook yelped, "What the bloody hell?"