"Ah, and curiosity is a most curious thing." Jack flickers a little smile, more meaning behind his words than only the subject at hand.
He is still being evasive, he knows, but he is tired of answering only the Commodore's questions and not getting much in the way of return answers. Norrington replied to his question about England but Jack isn't going to inform him too much of his plans for cause of their trip. To do some trade, and mainly to get out of the Caribbean with the Commodore on board -- that is what Jack wants at the moment. And the Côte d'Ivoire would provide a nice resting spot in case the urge to travel farther north suddenly took over.
And where better to avoid the British Navy but take up in their own backyard?
"Eight years be a long time. No inclination to ever up and go back? See the ol' homestead as it were? Fancy thing about having your very own ship, you know. Can go anywhere."
Jack tilts his head imploringly, curious to know Norrington's response. He tugs the map towards him in preparation to roll it up. Removes Norrington's hand by daintily clasping it around the wrist and placing it to the side. His fingers linger there, subconscious tapping a random staccato.
"Given freedom, a man can go wherever he wants to go. Do whatever he wants to do." He leans with his free hand, the one not touching Norrington, to reach for the rum bottle across the table, bringing his face in front of Norrington's. His words still carry a double meaning. "What would that be for you, hm?"
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He is still being evasive, he knows, but he is tired of answering only the Commodore's questions and not getting much in the way of return answers. Norrington replied to his question about England but Jack isn't going to inform him too much of his plans for cause of their trip. To do some trade, and mainly to get out of the Caribbean with the Commodore on board -- that is what Jack wants at the moment. And the Côte d'Ivoire would provide a nice resting spot in case the urge to travel farther north suddenly took over.
And where better to avoid the British Navy but take up in their own backyard?
"Eight years be a long time. No inclination to ever up and go back? See the ol' homestead as it were? Fancy thing about having your very own ship, you know. Can go anywhere."
Jack tilts his head imploringly, curious to know Norrington's response. He tugs the map towards him in preparation to roll it up. Removes Norrington's hand by daintily clasping it around the wrist and placing it to the side. His fingers linger there, subconscious tapping a random staccato.
"Given freedom, a man can go wherever he wants to go. Do whatever he wants to do." He leans with his free hand, the one not touching Norrington, to reach for the rum bottle across the table, bringing his face in front of Norrington's. His words still carry a double meaning. "What would that be for you, hm?"