The boy had started, though he wasn't entirely freaking out yet. Bell chuckled flipping back her blade, it disappeared into her sleeve and she was offering her hand down to the disoriented young man, "Up you get, boyo. And welcome to the good ship<em>Phantom</em>." he asked for water and she ignored him, she didn't have any on her anyway. Her flask held only her personal stock of red rum, a thing, she felt, wasn't what the whelp before her would need at the moment. "If you weren't the cabin boy before, you most certainly are now. I suggest you keep it that way, best way to stay in one piece." she hauled him from his hiding place. The young man was unsteady on his feet still, and looked to be in his mid-teens, "What's your name lad? And how came you to be in such a...<em>precarious</em>state?" She kept her tone light, no need to be unkind just yet. Rook landed at the edge of a barrel over looking the boy, temporarily fascinated by this unexpected creature.