A battle erupted. Water-talent fairies summoned waves; tinkers fired sewing-needle cannons. But Zarina was brilliant—she used the dust to turn Hook’s own cannonballs into bubbles, then turned Smee’s peg leg into a temporary butterfly wing, sending him spinning across the deck.
“Every inventor needs a fixer,” Zarina said, looking at Tink. tinkerbell and the pirate fairy
“Isn’t it?” Zarina laughed, but there was sadness in it. “As a dust-keeper, I was invisible. As a pirate fairy, I decide what magic becomes. Watch.” A battle erupted