Bell had her hip flask filled with her choice red rum before departing the bar. If they were to sail at first light then she still had a few hours for last-minute chores in town. There she bought a few packs of jerked meat, and casually started to circulate the tale that Sylvia Vexinata was back aboard a pirate ship. It figures rightly in her mind that the Captain Blood didn't recognize the name "Bell" every other gypsy on shore had "bell" or "Belle" in their name somewhere. But "Sylvia" would have carried her reputation, such as it was, as a Church's Dog and bounty hunter. She pooled the rest of her silver back into her pouch, she didn't fear pick pockets or thieves...aside from them not generally targeting gypsies, she targeted them. A darling thief, that tried to take her coin just made her job easier, speeding his way into prison where she'd collect the general bounty for thieves.<br/><br/>The dock called and she wished to get at least semi-settled in before the ship would cast-off. Smirking seeing the gang-plank was back in place, she boarded the ship nodding a friendly bright-eyed greeting to those she recognized from the tavern. Below deck she stored her sea-bag taking out one of the packs of jerked meat to feed her crow. She climbed her way up into the rigging, savoring the land-breeze and the superior view of the ship and surrounding docks. Like any height-inspired acrobat, she was far and again more at home above the ground. Rook landed beside her, excepting small tidbits of the jerked meat she offered him, having made himself quite at home in the aptly named 'crow's nest'.