"And deprive myself of your such pleasurable company?" Jack returns, downplaying the sarcasm behind the words with a tilted smile to the maps in front of him. "They're only hoisting sail out there. No need for me yet."

Unfortunately, the maps are not providing a suitable distraction from Norrington. Or more so, Norrington is providing a suitable distraction from the maps. With his boots on the table -- which Jack smirked at before returning to his navigation -- and him staring so, Jack can't find it in himself to give the Lesser Antilles their due consideration. His orders to Gibbs earlier that morning when he went to fetch food were simply to head out into open water. Get away from the cove and disappear before the Dauntless decided to give chase. But at some point soon he'll need to give a more specific heading. And for once in all the years he's defended his obsession with gaining back the Pearl and the open horizon from her decks, Jack has no clue where it is he wants to go.

He doesn't trust Norrington and his strict honour code to allow for any decent pirating, and with a storm coming, to head too far away from the safe refuge of land is a poor plan. Which leaves him only with a scant few places to go if they are to stay in the Caribbean.

But why stay here then? What they need is neutral territory where the Navy isn't likely to go and where a speck of gold could still be made. As well getting fresh supplies.

"Shove off," Jack commands and pushes at Norrington's boots, freeing an edge of map from beneath them. He studies it for a moment, before finally looking up at Norrington with a grin.

"Tell me. In all your sailing as Commodore, have you happened to have chance to go here?" Jack stabs a finger onto the coast line of the new map.