Bell watched from the shadows across from the bar. She just knew there was little chance of her bringing in Captain Blood now, what with there being two of her loyal crew mates with her. She pouted, and watched a man leave the bar heading for the docks, an expression of evil intent playing subtle-like over his features. The dark bird on her shoulder rasped softly, a familiar face. Wanted then, Rook never forgot a face from the posted bounties, especially if they were big numbers.<br/>A tilt of her head and the crow took off to follow The man down to the dock. Bell followed farther behind, keeping to the sides and shadows. Despite her casual position to not be seen, she strode confidently as though she was headed in this direction anyway. Even if the man did see her, there was nothing of her manner to suggest she were following him particularly. In her mind she went through the steps necessary to bring in such a target. To not arouse suspicion, to watch closely, and wait for him to lower his guard. So much easier when they were drunk, and though he'd just came from the tavern he seemed a lot less inebriated that she liked. Ah well, if all else failed, Flirt with disaster.