He is unsurprised when Sparrow refuses to show him the map in question. Indeed, judging from the look the pirate is currently shooting him, he may as well have asked him to lend James his firstborn son. It's merely common sense, however, that a ship's captain doesn't go bandying headings and intents to all and sundry, least of all to an enemy said ship's captain is keeping in his cabin, and Sparrow, he is sure, is more cautious than most in that regard, if what he's heard about the decade-old mutiny is true. So, instead of protesting further, he merely shrugs laconically, a raising and lowering of the shoulders which suggests a fair defeat by a good man.
He'll get a look at those maps eventually anyway, James is sure, whether Sparrow shows them to him of his own volition (and seeing as he's already allowed James a look once, that's likely enough) or not. Not, of course, that he would steal them or anything of that nature, but a quick look while Sparrow was out of the cabin seemed not at all out of order.
However, and James can not deny this, what he was most curious about was Sparrow's insistant bringing up of England. James does not trust him, not in the slightest; Sparrow knows he missed England, and seeks to manipulate that, yes, but why? What in God's name could a pirate such as Sparrow want in England? Oh, there was more there than in the Côte d'Ivoire, certainly, but unlike the remote Africk country, it was swarming with Royal Navy.
Therefore, James summons all his Commodorial poise and draws himself up in his chair, directing at Sparrow a gaze which would chill the hearts of lesser men. Sparrow, he is sure, will not be affected by it in the slightest, but a bit of performance cannot hurt.
'If that is your bearing, Sparrow, I cannot see how my opinion should effect you in the slightest. Surely you would not allow the whim of a prisoner- or a guest, if you like- aboard your ship to dictate the Pearl's heading?'
He pauses and raises an eyebrow then, allowing a touch of humour into his expression. 'And I must say, I've no idea how you've got it into your head that I shy away from those things which might make me happy. I am a military man, yes, but that does not mean I have no concept of self-gratification.'
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He'll get a look at those maps eventually anyway, James is sure, whether Sparrow shows them to him of his own volition (and seeing as he's already allowed James a look once, that's likely enough) or not. Not, of course, that he would steal them or anything of that nature, but a quick look while Sparrow was out of the cabin seemed not at all out of order.
However, and James can not deny this, what he was most curious about was Sparrow's insistant bringing up of England. James does not trust him, not in the slightest; Sparrow knows he missed England, and seeks to manipulate that, yes, but why? What in God's name could a pirate such as Sparrow want in England? Oh, there was more there than in the Côte d'Ivoire, certainly, but unlike the remote Africk country, it was swarming with Royal Navy.
Therefore, James summons all his Commodorial poise and draws himself up in his chair, directing at Sparrow a gaze which would chill the hearts of lesser men. Sparrow, he is sure, will not be affected by it in the slightest, but a bit of performance cannot hurt.
'If that is your bearing, Sparrow, I cannot see how my opinion should effect you in the slightest. Surely you would not allow the whim of a prisoner- or a guest, if you like- aboard your ship to dictate the Pearl's heading?'
He pauses and raises an eyebrow then, allowing a touch of humour into his expression. 'And I must say, I've no idea how you've got it into your head that I shy away from those things which might make me happy. I am a military man, yes, but that does not mean I have no concept of self-gratification.'