The grin Jack gives him at the title is one of his finest, wide and pleased.
"Good then! All settled."
Except it's not all settled. Now that Norrington has accepted his offer as first mate, Jack isn't entirely sure what to do with him. It's been years since Jack has sailed with a first mate. Has sailed with a crew at all in fact. Coming back to the Pearl and being her captain again, while exactly what Jack has wanted these many years, has not gone as smoothly as he would've liked. Too many bodies clambering for action and not enough of his command to go around. Commands like "open water" don't exactly serve them best, and Jack is too aware of the fact that he needs to give them a heading sooner or later.
Better be sooner with thoughts like that.
He flits his eyes about the room when he realises he's just been standing there awkwardly for too long, having not answered the question posed to him. Jack straightens himself up to try to look Captain-y and then looks at Norrington.
"Duties, Mr. Norrington," he repeats, trying very hard not to raise it into a question. "Your duty is to help your Captain find the rest of the crew a heading. And then some lunch, I think."
It's been a few hours since the banana he had eaten. They're due for a bite after all this... talking.
"And... you can sign the papers while we eat," he finished, fishing around for something else to give Norrington to do.
He still doesn't trust him out of the cabin. To stay on board and not try to signal the Navy. Not yet, anyway. Not until they're farther away where such things can't tempt him.
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"Good then! All settled."
Except it's not all settled. Now that Norrington has accepted his offer as first mate, Jack isn't entirely sure what to do with him. It's been years since Jack has sailed with a first mate. Has sailed with a crew at all in fact. Coming back to the Pearl and being her captain again, while exactly what Jack has wanted these many years, has not gone as smoothly as he would've liked. Too many bodies clambering for action and not enough of his command to go around. Commands like "open water" don't exactly serve them best, and Jack is too aware of the fact that he needs to give them a heading sooner or later.
Better be sooner with thoughts like that.
He flits his eyes about the room when he realises he's just been standing there awkwardly for too long, having not answered the question posed to him. Jack straightens himself up to try to look Captain-y and then looks at Norrington.
"Duties, Mr. Norrington," he repeats, trying very hard not to raise it into a question. "Your duty is to help your Captain find the rest of the crew a heading. And then some lunch, I think."
It's been a few hours since the banana he had eaten. They're due for a bite after all this... talking.
"And... you can sign the papers while we eat," he finished, fishing around for something else to give Norrington to do.
He still doesn't trust him out of the cabin. To stay on board and not try to signal the Navy. Not yet, anyway. Not until they're farther away where such things can't tempt him.