Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea

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.