Jack backs away from the glare Norrington shoots him. Not because he's unnerved by it. Jack Sparrow isn't unnerved by anything, except for those few things what do unnerve him but they can remain unmentioned for the time being. The point is, Norrington's gaze isn't one of them. He's just... uncomfortable to look at when he makes his face go like that. All cold and haunty.
It makes Jack kind of want to laugh for no real reason. The bollacks of the man, even in the most strange of situation: sitting at a pirate's table in a pirate's cabin -- Jack's table and Jack's cabin -- and trying to look hard to impress. Completely mad, that one.
And Jack doesn't at all pay attention to the irony of that thought.
"Never said your opinion mattered to me at all, mate," he says as easy as he can. He slides his chair back and crosses his ankles. Finds a more comfortable position for the time being. The Pearl rocks soothingly beneath him as they pick up speed and he'll be needed out on deck in a small enough time. "There's only one whim that I hold to and that's none other but me own."
Jack flashes a grin, proud to be able to say such a thing and truly mean it, and then settles his hands to lay clasped against his stomach.
"But seems to me as if you're not interested in sharing any whims of yours with me anyway. No risking even the chance to take them. I've offered you nothing but the ability to choose your own fate since setting foot on my vessel, and you've not taken one glimpse of it. If that's not shying away from what could make you happy, I don't know what is."
He offers a slight full body shrug, a kind of apathetic half slump with the left side of his body. Leans his head back to stare at the planks above and enjoys the moment of feeling the Pearl shift beneath him.
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It makes Jack kind of want to laugh for no real reason. The bollacks of the man, even in the most strange of situation: sitting at a pirate's table in a pirate's cabin -- Jack's table and Jack's cabin -- and trying to look hard to impress. Completely mad, that one.
And Jack doesn't at all pay attention to the irony of that thought.
"Never said your opinion mattered to me at all, mate," he says as easy as he can. He slides his chair back and crosses his ankles. Finds a more comfortable position for the time being. The Pearl rocks soothingly beneath him as they pick up speed and he'll be needed out on deck in a small enough time. "There's only one whim that I hold to and that's none other but me own."
Jack flashes a grin, proud to be able to say such a thing and truly mean it, and then settles his hands to lay clasped against his stomach.
"But seems to me as if you're not interested in sharing any whims of yours with me anyway. No risking even the chance to take them. I've offered you nothing but the ability to choose your own fate since setting foot on my vessel, and you've not taken one glimpse of it. If that's not shying away from what could make you happy, I don't know what is."
He offers a slight full body shrug, a kind of apathetic half slump with the left side of his body. Leans his head back to stare at the planks above and enjoys the moment of feeling the Pearl shift beneath him.