"Maybe duty is not what truly fits your purposes best," Jack says before he can stop himself, though Norrington didn't really give enough of a pause for him to respond in due time. It's more muttered under his question about first why Jack wants him as first mate but he is sure Norrington heard it anyway.
What Jack really wants to do it talk Norrington around to see his side of coin. To see how easier and less complicated life is without holding to duty or service or titles. A Commodore cannot do what he pleases. That is exactly what Jack does not want, does not and cannot understand. Why someone would choose that life over a life like his own. Placing restrictions on things for no reason. For no profit. A life lived like that, sounding painful, where as if Jack talked about his life he'd steer it away from all the pain. He'd run from it. That's what he does. Why anyone would want to live any other way he cannot fathom.
But Norrington changes the topic to something different. To the question Jack will most happily answer if he can have his question answered in return. Perhaps that is part of the reason Norrington lives his life the way he does. Perhaps he unconsciously steered the coversation to a place Jack could find his answers.
"I'll answer you as soon as you answer me." He cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes. "Why pirates? What'd they do to you?"
He keeps the space between them this time, not wanting to push Norrington in this matter. Somehow pressured force and uncomfortableness isn't going to get him his answer, Jack knows. And he does want this question answered.
The more he talks to Norrington, the more he wants to understand him. Or rather, have Norrington understand himself through Jack's eyes. What the world sees when they look at Commodore James Norrington. And what James Norrington sees when he looks at the world.
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What Jack really wants to do it talk Norrington around to see his side of coin. To see how easier and less complicated life is without holding to duty or service or titles. A Commodore cannot do what he pleases. That is exactly what Jack does not want, does not and cannot understand. Why someone would choose that life over a life like his own. Placing restrictions on things for no reason. For no profit. A life lived like that, sounding painful, where as if Jack talked about his life he'd steer it away from all the pain. He'd run from it. That's what he does. Why anyone would want to live any other way he cannot fathom.
But Norrington changes the topic to something different. To the question Jack will most happily answer if he can have his question answered in return. Perhaps that is part of the reason Norrington lives his life the way he does. Perhaps he unconsciously steered the coversation to a place Jack could find his answers.
"I'll answer you as soon as you answer me." He cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes. "Why pirates? What'd they do to you?"
He keeps the space between them this time, not wanting to push Norrington in this matter. Somehow pressured force and uncomfortableness isn't going to get him his answer, Jack knows. And he does want this question answered.
The more he talks to Norrington, the more he wants to understand him. Or rather, have Norrington understand himself through Jack's eyes. What the world sees when they look at Commodore James Norrington. And what James Norrington sees when he looks at the world.