The use of his given name catches Jack's attention. The way Norrington says it. How... fearful he sounds. And Jack doesn't know what to do with that. Feels something like hope rising up in him that he was right about Norrington. That his plan will work. Has already begun to work if Norrington cares that much to defend himself.

But he still doesn't know. Whatever faith he wished to place with what kind of man Norrington could be was just rattled by his story. Shaken and almost cast off to leave Jack beginning to think about whether or not he should be keeping the Commodore in his cabin. Should let him off at the next port and leave the Caribbean without him. Or if he should never let him loose again, and have him stay from now 'til eternity aboard where he can't be a threat to Jack.

Still, Jack cosiders himself to be a fair man when he's given the occassion to be so, and if Norrington wants to explain himself Jack should let him. Even if he does want to argue back that hating a once friend for being simply what he was, for making a different choice (the right choice, the sane choice in Jack's mind), that it does not allow for much in the way of trustng James to do right by Jack now. That duty still means more to him than what kind of man Jack is, what kind of mate, could ever mean.

So he turns slightly, taking another sip from the bottle to hide whatever look he wears on his face. He has the suspicion it reveals too much of where his thoughts wander.

"I would be assuming it has something to do with the death of said pirates and corsairs?" he answers glibly, buoying away from the intenisity of Norrington's tone with a playful one of his own. He raises an eyebrow at Norrington and lowers to bottle, compelling himself to remain in the room even though such quantities of tortured revelations make him itch to flee to safer ground. "Lest you plan to prove me wrong again."