Bell had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the urge to laugh at this man, simply she spoke to his retreating back "No you didn't and, yes...yes I am." higher, she would go higher, up into the rigging the towering heights of the main mast. He was watching her still, he didn't look it but she could feel his eyes on her. What an excellent plan this was, if nothing else she wouldn't be bored. she settled atop the topsail a good hundred or so feet high over the deck. If any wished to speak with her still would have to shout or follow her, and any willing to go through so much trouble would almost certainly have something to say. She would reward them with a decent conversation.<br/>She kept her eye on the man who'd followed her, the gangplank to the ship and the rest of the returning crew, making a shrewd count of how many there were, matching them to any poster she might have. Rook chased a seagull out of the rigging, savagely driving the hapless bird with his beak and talons till it escaped him by diving into the sea. He repeated this until the local birds learned that the ship was his new territory, and stayed well away.