Barbossa glances upward and sees that his fine hat, as battered and threadbare as it is, is still in its place and all is as it should be. Granted, the feathers are a bit crumpled, there are bullet holes and nicks and even the stain from the odd squid that landed on the crown after having been thrown at him by a desperate enemy.
I hope that somone has informed that sorry gent that there will be no marketing of my hat! 'Tis mine, I say, and it'll be staying right where it is!