They had made it back to the pack and Sparrow had her companions on her trail making sure nothing but her paw prints were left behind. If Hanako had any complaints, Sparrow was deaf to them. If she had complained enough, Friar would have bounded her maw by now. Sparrow couldn’t be bothered to think beyond where her paws led her, but she knew trouble was brewing when she saw it. She had plans being made, tracks being laid, raids to do, and meetings to hold. Her shoulders were indeed heavy and not simply under Hanako’s heft. There was also that, however. Where was Hanako to stay? What was she to do? What would be done when the Armada came looking for her? The ship. It was them center of their pack and the only secured place. Most of the rooms had locks, and most of those were around Friar’s hips at any given time just because he liked the way they jingled. But of the rooms, one was set up already- Sparrow’s. Sparrow hauled herself onto the gem incrusted deck and made her way to the room. ”Lock it behind me and don’t open it until I say,” Sparrow said to Friar. He nodded. She moved into the room and it closed behind them with a creak and a thud before the click of Friar locking it from the outside. Before them was the rug-filled floor with a canopy bed of reds and golds off to the right. A wooden bedside table with liquor-stuffed drawers stood just to the left of the bed. The rest of the room was filled with shelves and the likes, which hosted a number of treasures and baubles. This ought to be fitting a room for Hana. Sparrow rolled the two of them on the bed, slipping them out of their bindings before sighing and slumping into the bed. ”There,” was all she could say, all she could muster before she simply closed her eyes. The deed was done, they were here, Hana had to hate her now. Perfect.

Hanako couldn't say she was pleased. She was so far from it that she was strangely silent in her brewing rage, gritting her teeth together as she swayed back of forth. Dangled helplessly from the heft of Sparrow's back. It was hard to see what she'd ever liked in the pirate, just being forced to touch her had Hanako seething. Made her wonder why she'd struggled so badly back then, felt humiliated and disgraced, like she was the opposite of a prize. Just something Sparrow picked up off the side of the road and went, sure, why not?

By the time Hanako was dumped down and untied she made a point of scooting away as far as she could, till her hip pressed against the wall. Uncomfortable, with the salt ridden wood groaning in protest. Like it was repulsed by her mere touch.

This place was...well, it wasn't awful, Hanako could admit that, but she refused to compare it to the luxury of her own den in the Col. So spacious and well-kept, lined with furs and soft things, family nearby whenever she wanted to pinch her children's cheeks. But here? All she had was Sparrow.

"So what, is this it?" She asked after the silence stretched on for too long, felt it start to settle like dust. "Just gonna keep me locked up here because you can? Make me eat scraps? Have to beg for water?" She huffed, scrambling to come up with just as horrible situations. "Or what, I'm gonna be the Pirate's new chew toy? Give them a live target for maim practice."

She ought to have been afraid at such notions, but it was easier to hide behind her vindictiveness.

Hanako scooted away from Sparrow as soon as they were free and Sparrow really didn't blame her. The silence filled the gap between them for long enough that Sparrow had started to doze off when Hanako's voice reached her ears. In her drowsiness, she forgot she was supposed to be angry, or it had at least subsided entirely on its own. Hanako listed all the situations she could think of and Sparrow chuckled at the thought of a small Hanako chew toy. "Those are good ideas, but- she started, her voice thick with her half-slumber. "I was thinking we roast you over the fire with an apple wine glaze." She pushed her face deeper into her pillow. "We do have some pups who could use a chew toy, though. Or we could float you off to sea in a raft. Or maybe," Sparrow turned to face the vindictive woman, "You could become the Pirate Queen." She was sure Hanako would make a good show of gagging and thrashing around, and this time she was ready for it.

Hanako should have known Sparrow wouldn't rise to the occasion, try to shoo away her concerns. If anything she doubled down, barely even looked her way when she responded, all dry and easy, like this was some sort of joke. Banter between old friends. They had been friends, could still be if things hadn't ended the way they did. If Hanako wasn't so...Hanako. She huffed in obvious offence, soft pelt puffing up like an angered cat as she pouted, the pale of her nose wrinkling in discontent. Would have stomped her paw if she wasn't laying down. She should have tried to bite her earlier, that would've made Hanako feel a smidge better about all this. Not so...cornered. Like all the things Sparrow was saying could come true.

And then as though to tie off her offers with a red bow she stated Hanako could be a queen-a tempting notion. If it hadn't come to this, if she wasn't burning with
vindictiveness, resentment and all things sour.  

"You attack me then...offer me that?" Hanako trailed off, unsure she even followed Sparrow's line of thought. Maybe she never could, maybe they were just too different. Opposites attract and all that. "Why don't you hate me?"

She should, if she knew what was good for her. And yet the greedy part of Hanako didn't want to be let go, wanted to be coveted from all angles. Even if it was wrong and toxic, attention was shiny and priceless. Something she'd always chase.

"I'm so mad at you, I don't even have the words right now." She settled with, exhaling like a dragon emitting smoke. This time she did indeed slap her paw on the ground, it thudded the old dry wood. Resounded back into her chest. "I not gonna grovel or plead. Bow to what you want." So easily at least. "So don't waste your breath and bother asking."

And because she was real mature she stuck her tongue out.

Hanako stammered on her thoughts, asking Sparrow about it. She attacked her and then offered her a position. Sparrow shrugged, "You shoved me." She said it like it at all explained kidnapping and all of that. To Sparrow, it was heat of the moment and all that. Some people shove people and others hog tie them and walk them half across the continent just to ask them to be their queen.

Hanako asked if Sparrow hated her and Sparrow let out a deep sigh turning to dare one look at the woman, "I'd rather hate everyone I've ever known and then everyone I've never know twice before I hated you once."

Hanako huffed and said she was so mad she couldn't speak. Sparrow smiled only if because Hanako being able to be so mad without physically attacking someone was foreign to Sparrow. She stamped her foot and promised to not do what Sparrow commanded and Sparrow's smile widened, though she hadn't meant it to. "Good. It would be awfully boring if you only did what I wanted. I stole you, why don't you make me pay for it?" After all, negative attention was still attention, right?

"To be hated by the prettiest girl in the world is still to have her attention."