"Ow!" Sally opened her eyes, assuming that whoever was fighting was too drunk to notice if her eyes were open or closed. She winced as someone tripped backward over her leg, and her hand started creeping slowly to the knife she kept in her belt. She opened her eyes a little more, and watched the man who had tripped over her running down the alley, followed by a more burly man who was trampling after him. Sally smirked slightly, and decided that it was an alright time to stop pretending to sleep.
"Can't get any good sleep since I came to Tortuga." Sally pointed out to herself. She stood up and stretched, then headed toward the end of the alley she had been resting in. She walked by the two men who were fighting, taking a moment to snatch a large shiny item out of the larger man's pocket. She slipped between people to avoid pursuit, and stopped in at the nearest bar she could find. Sally scanned the crowd, seemingly attempting to locate someone. Her eyes focused on a man sitting apart from the crowd, and made her way toward him.
"Hey. How much will you give me for this?" Sally tossed the pickpocketed item onto the table.
"Nice necklace," the man smirked, shaking his head.
"Shut it and tell me how much it's worth." Sally's hand crept to her knife.
"Someone's touchy," the man remarked. He threw Sally a small bag of coins, and she tossed them back at him with a small degree of forcefulness.
"I'm not stupid. It's worth at least twice that."
"Once and half again," the man offered.
"And throw in a drink," Sally proposed. The man shrugged, and gestured to one of the serving girls that were walking by. She nodded, and Sally plopped into a chair, putting her feet up onto the table. She spotted someone walking into the tavern, and quickly stood up.
"Actually, never mind that. I'll just take the money." Sally grabbed the slightly fuller bag and disappeared into the crowd. She popped up a moment later next to the previous owner of the necklace, who was sporting a black eye. She tapped him on the shoulder, and asked him if he was missing something. The man swore and grabbed Sally.
"You took it, you little-"
"Me?" Sally raised both hands in a universal "innocent" gesture. "Him over there, that's the culprit." Sally pointed to a conveniently placed man who looked too drunk to be able to tell if he stole something or not. And this big oaf can't tell the difference. Indeed, the man let go of Sally, and, grumbling, headed toward the man. Sally grabbed a bag of coins out of his pocket at he walked by, and, weighing it in her hands, once again slipped into the dark. A man slipped out of the tavern, and using the buildings, became one with the shadows, following her toward the docks.