James stops dead when Jack calls him by his Christian name (Doesn't notice, though, when in his own mind he suddenly thinks of him as 'Jack' instead of 'Sparrow').
They are equal now, in their misunderstanding. Jack cannot know what it is to order the death of a mate, as he would say, and James cannot know how it feels to be in the position of that mate, to face the gallows under the command of a friend. He is curious now, though, what Jack is referring to; it is not his near-hanging at Port Royal, for James had never at that point made any claim of treating him with fairness. Clearly, however, it's something significant, something that's made an impact and stuck with the pirate as much as his own experience with Twynam.
Curiously he looks at Jack, cocks his head to one side. He wants to ask, but he's not sure if it's really entirely wise to do so. He wavers for a moment, studying Sparrow, before deciding that wisdom wasn't really going to get him anywhere anyway.
'Who?' He asks, gesturing vaguely, referring to Sparrow's comment. 'I mean, who... ordered the noose for you?'
It's awkward, the way he asks it, but he knows no other, more delicate way to phrase the question, especially considering that they were only moments ago discussing James himself almost hanging the man. He wants to know, however; it's part of this insane curiosity, this desperation to understand Sparrow, Jack, whoever he is. It might help, he thinks, if he could understand himself why he cares so much.
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They are equal now, in their misunderstanding. Jack cannot know what it is to order the death of a mate, as he would say, and James cannot know how it feels to be in the position of that mate, to face the gallows under the command of a friend. He is curious now, though, what Jack is referring to; it is not his near-hanging at Port Royal, for James had never at that point made any claim of treating him with fairness. Clearly, however, it's something significant, something that's made an impact and stuck with the pirate as much as his own experience with Twynam.
Curiously he looks at Jack, cocks his head to one side. He wants to ask, but he's not sure if it's really entirely wise to do so. He wavers for a moment, studying Sparrow, before deciding that wisdom wasn't really going to get him anywhere anyway.
'Who?' He asks, gesturing vaguely, referring to Sparrow's comment. 'I mean, who... ordered the noose for you?'
It's awkward, the way he asks it, but he knows no other, more delicate way to phrase the question, especially considering that they were only moments ago discussing James himself almost hanging the man. He wants to know, however; it's part of this insane curiosity, this desperation to understand Sparrow, Jack, whoever he is. It might help, he thinks, if he could understand himself why he cares so much.