Savvy?

His braids dance as he turns
Shells clattering with every motion
A gold smile, glinting
Like his eyes.
Flinging about like a madman
Twisting out of every trap, every noose
Swinging, running, jumping
The waves cascading on his movement
Building fame from myth
But charming nonetheless.
Rum and gun and a Jolly Roger
Making fools out of heroes,
Victims out of villains
He outwits them with every brush of his hand
Swing of his torso, gesture of his hand.
Savvy?