Jack only nods when Norrington asks if he wants reassurance that he can do the work of an average sailor. It isn't that he has much reason to doubt the validity of his claims, for the way the man lists them, with pride, strikes Jack as the way he himself would bristle at being asked to prove his worth. Still. It is the Navy. Never can be too sure with their lot.

And he can't ask for anything more from Norrington. Names of ships, positions held -- the Commodore is a man of his word and has no cause to lie. The Pearl is always in need a more hands. Jack isn't the type to turn away a willing body, for work or for other things.

But to order around the man still isn't something Jack looks forward to. Can't imagine hisself calling out to a Commodore to trim the sails or swab the deck. Wouldn't look good to the rest of the crew, a Captain issuing directives to "Commodore." (James, his reminds himself, and yes that too.) And even then the crew might take problem working along side the Scourge of Piracy.

There must be a way to twist this for his own benefit, while not putting Norrington in unnecessary danger, and still keeping his crew in check. Still showing the Commodore the real life of freedom. There must be a way...

Jack feels an idea settling in.

A mischievous expression on his face, Jack regards Norrington curiously. "A man of your 'position' wouldn't take too well to filling the work of the lowliest Marine, I imagine. Must be another way to work around that. Say... as part of a higher up? First mate?"