Bell listened intently, The 'non-target' was now obviously a hostage aboard the ship, from her clipped and refined speech, the bounty hunter would've bet money that she was an aristocrat. This was a Pirate ship for certain,  but it wasn't the man's. In fact, She would double her bet on the hostage to say this was Captain Blood's ship. A dangerous game to be played here then. And she wasn't the only player, it seemed.<br/>The trouble now would be...getting to the tavern where the Captain sat for interviewing crew, convincing her to get back to her ship, in time to catch this man in the act of spoiling her hostage. Or, wait till the man was mid-screw with the woman and come to her "rescue" bag the bounty, free the hostage, and possibly claim a reward for her safe return.<br/>Ah, decisions, decisions. She signaled for Rook to watch for the activity inside, and fly to notify her should either make a run for it. And she crept down to the dock off the ship, she turned briefly a wicked idea in her skull, as she surveyed the gangplank, the only way on or off the ship.... With just a little effort she slid it from the ship onto the dock before her, cutting off any escape her bounty might try. Taking the board off was easy enough but she'd have to have some strong lad to help her put it back. "Trapped like rats, stay the ship, or quit into the sea, my dears. I'm sure the town guards will be all to happy to fish you out." She said it more to her self than any who might still be on board.She grinned savagely as she turned to sprint back to the tavern.