Hook knew that somehow this counted as bad form. At times the rules of gentlemanly behavior had to be ignored for the rules of piracy, although his great brain still plagued him. Awaking next to a snoring bo'sun was within the bounds of neither.
Smee slept peacefully. Assuredly, this came from his unconscious good form, which made him the popular favorite. Reminded that his bo'sun had achieved what Hook never would, he reached for the sword concealed under the bed.
Had not Smee's good form suffered, also? Hook dropped the sword, trying to pretend this little triumph was the reason.