A short answer and a small smile was not quite the enthusiactic response Jack was hoping for. If, indeed, Norrington is capable of showing much enthusiasm the way Jack takes the meaning to be for anything. He turns to the door, feeling more like a small boy being permitted to leave then a Captain of his own ship, and says, "Right."
And then doesn't take a step to leave at all.
He knows he should go out on deck and have a chat with Gibbs. Tell him what to head for and have him fetch some parchment to write out the articles on for Norrington to sign. Which would mean telling his crew that he's taken on Norrington as first mate. Not exactly a conversation Jack wants to have. Not without something to offer in return as proof that he's not just risking their lives for no reason.
A heading would be better for that. Jack fingers his compass speculatively. Looks again at Norrington as if his face will have the answer written on it.
"Erm, before you..." Jack gestures with a hand to encompass Norrington reading the maps. "Might I suggest you take a look at this instead?"
He pulls the compass from his belt and sets it in front of Norrington. Jack has no desire to go anywhere but out of the Caribbean. But Norrington... Norrington might. And it would show Jack whether or not to trust him, depending upon where the compass points. Back to Port Royal, to the Navy, Jack will not let him out of the cabin. Not allow him any duties he cannot perform from in here and will hold off from telling the crew. To anywhere else, Jack will reconsider.
Brilliant. Answer found.
With a little smile, Jack places the closed compass in front of Norrington on the table, and then positions himself behind his shoulder to read it.
no subject
And then doesn't take a step to leave at all.
He knows he should go out on deck and have a chat with Gibbs. Tell him what to head for and have him fetch some parchment to write out the articles on for Norrington to sign. Which would mean telling his crew that he's taken on Norrington as first mate. Not exactly a conversation Jack wants to have. Not without something to offer in return as proof that he's not just risking their lives for no reason.
A heading would be better for that. Jack fingers his compass speculatively. Looks again at Norrington as if his face will have the answer written on it.
"Erm, before you..." Jack gestures with a hand to encompass Norrington reading the maps. "Might I suggest you take a look at this instead?"
He pulls the compass from his belt and sets it in front of Norrington. Jack has no desire to go anywhere but out of the Caribbean. But Norrington... Norrington might. And it would show Jack whether or not to trust him, depending upon where the compass points. Back to Port Royal, to the Navy, Jack will not let him out of the cabin. Not allow him any duties he cannot perform from in here and will hold off from telling the crew. To anywhere else, Jack will reconsider.
Brilliant. Answer found.
With a little smile, Jack places the closed compass in front of Norrington on the table, and then positions himself behind his shoulder to read it.