It's almost funny how quick Norrington is to suspect him of something. Jack smiles his best placating smile. "It's almost as if you don't trust me, mate," he answers, feigning hurt. He places his hand over his heart and looks at Norrington with a sad expression.

But that is the rub, isn't it? Norringtin doesn't trust him. Though Jack cannot fathom why he should have any reason not to. Excluding, of course, the dealings behind why Norrington is here, now, requesting to join his crew. The very thought of it thrills through Jack and he tries to keep his excitement at his plan from bubbling over the edges. He really is just too, too brilliant sometimes.

"Who better?" Jack continues, tossing his hands into the air and swivling on his hips. "You know how to command and I don't have to worry about any... nrmnrmnrm... damage done to my ship."

He studies Norrington's face, trying to see if he's going to buy such a simple explanation. Leans in close. Switches tatics at the end. "Do you really want to be going around, taking orders from pirates? A lowly deck hand aboard a pirate ship, being bossed about by scallyways and blaggards with no respect for the Navy as I m'self have shown you?"