Jack laughs at that, when Norrington says that he can understand Jack's reasoning. I bloody well doubt it, he thinks to say but keeps it to himself, smirking as he looks back at his map. He tugs another one towards him, one of the Lesser Antilles this time, not far from their current course and where merchant vessles run trade between the mainland of Europe and the colonies. He absently flicks his eyes over it, disregarding Norrington.

"That not be part of our accord," he reminds him. "You'll get the answer to the question you asked and no other 'til a new accord is made. But suit yourself with how you fill your hours until then."

He studies the map a moment longer, before the desire to say something more takes over. "And you're to be forgetting, mate." He returns his gaze back to Norrington, flashing the brand and the sparrow tattoo as he rolls his wrist on the table. "I've lived both sides, in your world and in mine. Seen more coast and water than I fancy you have in all your days as Commodore. And I still chose which side it is I'd be wanting. You've never made such choice."