He watches the compass with interest, a slightly feral look on his face when the first thing it points to is hisself.

Interesting, that. Very interesting. Jack can't help but smile secretly.

But what of the other places it points? To the east is open water. To where they are currently headed, which is nowhere. Jack can't think what lies out there what interests Norrington, except, perhaps, the desire to sail with them. To go where Jack will take him. (Which is quite a nice thought, indeed.) And back again the opposite way, where the Navy is, Port Royal -- all the things Jack does not want to go back to in any rush. The door means nothing to Jack, for he cannot think what is out there; and directly north, to the table in fromt of them, again is unclear to him.

So many things Norrington wants simultaneously. Jack chuckles.

"No, mate. You just don't know what you want."

He pats Norrington a few times on the shoulder and then stands to approach the table. As if by accident, he pushes the nearest map towards Norrington.

"If I were you, I'd be working on a way to figure it out."

Jack flashes a grin at Norrington and moves to the door.

"Otherwise, that compass will get you nowhere. And then where will we be?"