A/N: Inspired by the prompt "booty." Yes, I know, it was inevitable.
His eyes moved slowly over the female form, pleased. He took the liberty of running his hands through Giselle's blonde hair, which, while fairly dingy in its own right, was far cleaner than his had been in years.
A fine looking and minded woman was almost impossible to find on Tortuga; so rare, in fact, that he had chosen to settle for one who was merely attractive. But look fine she did, and his smile widened to that of a crocodile's as she puffed out her chest and sucked in her stomach, trying, no doubt, to make her dress fit properly.
When non-pirating folk would remark derisively that rapscallions like himself had a presupposition to attaining booty, he took offense—booty, like its nearly identical counterpart, treasure, was not just silver and gold. Jack Sparrow could attest to that.