Jack begins to wobble when Norrington leaves him. His own personal equilibrium instinctually requires more fluidity to counter-balance the self-inflicted stability and rigidness of Norrington's posture, hips swaying to the Pearl as she glides over the water even as he watches Norrington pace around the room.
He doesn't say anything to the thanks at his response. It were the only reasonable way to reply to such a refusal and he does have no interest in plying anyone for personal information if it not be what they want to confess. He's near positive Norrington will confess it to him one day, if only when the boredom of long, pointless hours (because Jack will not offer him other position if not first mate) and the curiousity for Jack's own motivations grabs too much of a hold for him to shake off. The only thing Jack offers is a twist of his mouth in recognition of having heard the graditude.
"You would be supposing correctly," Jack says, growing tired of just standing around and sauntering to the table. He settles into a chair and pulls the top-most map to him. Slides the clouded rum bottle near the edge of the table for if Norrington decides he wants a drink to collect himself more.
"One question for one question, that was our deal. But if you'd have another yourself, I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble to think one up."
He looks over to Norrington and smiles sharply. "And I assume to be supposing correctly as well that you won't be accepting my offer of first, then."
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He doesn't say anything to the thanks at his response. It were the only reasonable way to reply to such a refusal and he does have no interest in plying anyone for personal information if it not be what they want to confess. He's near positive Norrington will confess it to him one day, if only when the boredom of long, pointless hours (because Jack will not offer him other position if not first mate) and the curiousity for Jack's own motivations grabs too much of a hold for him to shake off. The only thing Jack offers is a twist of his mouth in recognition of having heard the graditude.
"You would be supposing correctly," Jack says, growing tired of just standing around and sauntering to the table. He settles into a chair and pulls the top-most map to him. Slides the clouded rum bottle near the edge of the table for if Norrington decides he wants a drink to collect himself more.
"One question for one question, that was our deal. But if you'd have another yourself, I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble to think one up."
He looks over to Norrington and smiles sharply. "And I assume to be supposing correctly as well that you won't be accepting my offer of first, then."