A cool eyebrow raises when Sparrow pushes at his boots (though propping them on the table as he did was certainly an impudent move, so he can't really be blamed). However, he lifts his legs off the table and leans forward with curiosity when Sparrow presents him with a map. Curiously, he leans forward and inspects it: a ragged coastline, edged in green and yellow dyes, along a blue ocean labelled Oceanus Æthiopicus. Various names of places are inked in along the map, and a small drawing of a barque being pulled down by a Kraken graces the water. James looks up with incredulity, and then looks back down at the chart, surveying the location in quesiton.

'The Côte d'Ivoire?' He speaks absently, half to Sparrow, half to himself. 'I have passed it before, on journeys, but the Navy never makes port there- it's under French rule, though they hardly protect it at all. It's said to be full of savage, cannibal Negroes; not fit for human habitation.'

He looks up at Sparrow, his brow furrowed. 'What could you want there?'

What indeed? James cannot fathom Sparrow's purpose in this; if he wants to escape the Navy (as well he should), the Côte d'Ivoire would be ideal, but it's hardly the sort of place a pirate would want to go: there are no fat-bellied merchant ships to raid, no real settlements either. So there must be some other purpose he has in mind, and that unsettles James greatly. So, tearing his gaze away from Sparrow's, he transfers it back to the map and continues his study, seeing if he can glean any clue of the pirate's intent from it.