It's annoying to drift towards the ringing chime of bells knowing, already knowing, that there were pirates already gathered around the one who had touched them. He's on a roll when it comes to being late, only to approach and see that everyone has beaten him to it. Hah, but it isn't as if he will try any harder. He could, after all, be polite and bake cookies or something, bring about a basket of gifts and offer it like a sweet little girl. The privateer snorts at the thought. It took him more than enough energy to muster such an amusingly stupid thought. No one receives his condolences or respect without doing anything to deserve it. He expects people to work for it, prove to him their worthiness and let him judge him, allow his own ego and pride to gloss over their measly spirits with a critically superior detachment. Right now, he is only here to remind himself that he is living, a physical body capable of speaking and moving, ironically floating within gulfs of space and time like a mere speck of dust.

When he first sees the stranger his mind flickers back to the time of a dual joining and hybrids. He's seen another feline-shark hybrid before but can't quite place it. Bakugou, of course, was about to quickly dismiss the dwindling sense of deja vu when a woman comes rushing past him, joy decimating against his ear drums. Ah, right. That cat-shark. From the looks of it, they must be related in some way. He wonders if they are family but also ponders if the creatures came from their own tribe of hybrid fish. Bakugou feels himself shudder in discomfort, thinking about what kind of cat must have seen a shark and fallen in love with it. A strange, strange tale he does not wish to delve any further into. "Are you two related?" The privateer asks, though it came off as more of a demand.