Jack catches the doubtful look Norrington sends his way as he puruses the map but doesn't know what it is in response to, so he says nothing. Only continues to watch Norrington read the map with an enigmatic look on his face.
"Nothing by your interpretation, it would seem."
He almost wants to laugh at the description Norrington gives of the inhabitants, a chuckle mixed between being bitter and amused at how little the Commodore really does know of all the places and people to be found on this earth, but for once Jack keeps it to himself. He is less prone to openly share his thoughts since the question as to why he turned pirate -- the answer being something he is certain Norrington would not understand. James might understand, if Jack can ever find the way to seperate him from the Commodore, but now is not the time.
"It plays a might strange to the ear that a place not fit for human habitation would have so many living and breathing on its soil." There is some mockery in his tone, a small note of distaste that he can't quite hide. So he turns it into a joke. "As for the cannibals, I don't know about you, but I were never one to turn down a free meal when it were offered to me." He flashes one of his gold teeth to imprint the suggestion further into Norrington's mind.
Turning his attention back to the map, Jack places the rum bottle on a corner to keep it from rolling up on him when he moves his hand. He plants a finger into the middle of the map where wavy lines depict the currents. "There. Only way to travel East." He traces the line of the current from the south-east end of the islands straight across the ocean to align exactly with a port just north of the Côte d'Ivoire.
A thought strikes him, a way to keep their game of 'fair trade' running. Jack is aware that he avoided Norrington's last few questions with curved answers instead of straight. But he did answer. He figures the Commodore owes him one now.
His finger dances up and around the coast of Africa, following the currents he knows run there by memory straight up to where the tip of England just about fall off the top of the map.
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"Nothing by your interpretation, it would seem."
He almost wants to laugh at the description Norrington gives of the inhabitants, a chuckle mixed between being bitter and amused at how little the Commodore really does know of all the places and people to be found on this earth, but for once Jack keeps it to himself. He is less prone to openly share his thoughts since the question as to why he turned pirate -- the answer being something he is certain Norrington would not understand. James might understand, if Jack can ever find the way to seperate him from the Commodore, but now is not the time.
"It plays a might strange to the ear that a place not fit for human habitation would have so many living and breathing on its soil." There is some mockery in his tone, a small note of distaste that he can't quite hide. So he turns it into a joke. "As for the cannibals, I don't know about you, but I were never one to turn down a free meal when it were offered to me." He flashes one of his gold teeth to imprint the suggestion further into Norrington's mind.
Turning his attention back to the map, Jack places the rum bottle on a corner to keep it from rolling up on him when he moves his hand. He plants a finger into the middle of the map where wavy lines depict the currents. "There. Only way to travel East." He traces the line of the current from the south-east end of the islands straight across the ocean to align exactly with a port just north of the Côte d'Ivoire.
A thought strikes him, a way to keep their game of 'fair trade' running. Jack is aware that he avoided Norrington's last few questions with curved answers instead of straight. But he did answer. He figures the Commodore owes him one now.
His finger dances up and around the coast of Africa, following the currents he knows run there by memory straight up to where the tip of England just about fall off the top of the map.
"That's home for you, in'it. How long's it been?"