Bell looked up at the man who had been her target before getting on the ship and placed her finger square in the middle of the forehead of the boy before her, "What ever it is it's drunk and has never been on a ship before by the looks of him." She was more amused than angry at the young man's clumsy pawing. She held him with one hand and the other went to her hip, subtly covering one of her knives there. "But I believe he's the ship's cabin boy as I've yet to place anyone else to that category and he seems to fit."  It occurred to her that really the Captain would be the one to place the hands about her ship, but other than a crude show of hands back at the tavern, there had been no signing on, or ships log to mark with a signature or X just who had come aboard. So who was to say the boy hadn't come on with her? The Captain had disappeared into her cabin with that pretty captive of her's and had yet to grace the rest of her bold crew with her presence. It would be a simple matter to 'help' the dear Captain in instructing the crew, and in doing so secure her own little aid in the coming subterfuge throughout the voyage. "You'll be doing just what any on the ship tell you to, running errands, scrubbing the deck and running line to trim the sails overhead till you learn proper seamanship." Bell put on her best happy-go-lucky smile as she slid her arm over the young man's shoulder's "The name's Bell. You don't have to go into all that 'my lady' formal crap, I'm the ship's JOAT, or jack-of-all-trades, you just stick with me I'll show you what you need to know."<br/>The wind chose that moment to blow strong and cold. An Imminent promise of some serious weather. Bell dashed for the aft cover, going down to the kitchens, Rook flying high into the cold wind front to ride out the storm. She dragged her Boyo after her into the ship's interior, "We got a storm Boyo, you stay down here, you don't even have your sea-legs yet I don't wan't you getttin blown off just out-sight of land." She left him there with a friendly wink before dashing back up the stairs and back up into the rigging. Pulling down the sails to keep the ship from capsizing into the wind and tying herself off to the mast.