Pirate code was a very distinct, organized set of rules - the lady would be surprised! It was likely even written down somewhere. Certainly it was in Captain Hook's own journals, the ink that scrawled details and tidbits of his adventures at sea. "Well, a Leslie Knope Guarantee seems as iron-clad as anything," he flashed her one of his crooked grins that crinkled his eyes at the corners. "Suppose I could use some assistance making an actual shop..."
Idly, he gestured behind him. There was probably space in the square for not exactly a tavern, but it'd certainly be a pirate-themed establishment, with grog aplenty. He'd even share recipes hundreds of years old, the food he and his crew lived off of - maybe a little better, since no one wanted to drink turtle's blood. Except for maybe Lady Jeanette.