Porthos was, as a rule, the sharing type, all the more so when the person he was doing the sharing with happened to be a beautiful woman, never mind a beautiful woman whose ship he was standing on. He didn't begrudge her the rum commandeering for one moment, and just took another drink from the bottle when she handed it back, as if to seal that state of fact. He'd turned away from the burning wreck of a ship to face her, now.

"It's a good thing you're doing here," he stated, and meant it in ways he couldn't properly articulate. Sinking slaver ships, putting together a crew that might not have been accepted on any other ship, and one that didn't mind the sinking of the slave beads to the bottom of the ocean. All of those good things.