That should make absolutely no sense at all and yet it does somehow. Someway. Jack furrows his brow. Why does he want Norrington to call him Jack? Because he is Jack. Because it sounds better than Sparrow when Norrington says it, pompously, as if Jack is nothing more than dirt he wants swept out of his quaters. Because... Because... It's a sign of trust, of friendship, of respect. Of understanding. Because he wants Norrington understand him.
And perhaps asking to see the compass reading is Norrington asking for Jack to let him understand.
That's... worse logic than even Jack can put a claim to. He grins stupidly at Norrington, feeling almost proud of the man. "Good! Clears is all up then."
He looks down at the compass in his hand. The thing to do would be to open it now. Open it and let Norrington read it. Or not. Jack is still wary for some reason, some little niggling reason that says to let Norrington see it will let out some great big secret that will come back to harm him, but he swallows and tries to shove that concern down. Norrington wouldn't take any heading the compass showed him and mutiny. Wouldn't marroon Jack by his lonesome someplace without any hope of rescue. He probably wouldn't even know what the compass pointed to, just as Jack doesn't know what the compass pointed out for Norrington apart from hisself.
Eyes shut, almost timidly, Jack flips the compass open. Feels it spin and stop and spin and stop in his hand. Opens his eyes and looks at it. It first spins to point to one direction, E by NE Jack quickly reads, and then spins again, to face Norrington. Jack isn't surprised at that at all, though he ducks his chin to avoid looking at Norrington to see any reaction there. And then the compass spins back, probably to the original heading, Jack guesses, which is out of the Caribbean. But it doesn't. It continues around to point SW by W. Back to Port Royal. To the Navy.
Um. What?
Jack shakes it, sure that it is operating poorly or somehow being affected by Norrington being so close, but the compass only repeats it's three points again. East, to Africa, to England, to wherever Jack wants to go; Norrington; and then back the way they came. To Port Royal. The Navy. Everything Jack wants to flee from. Disturbed and frantic that the compass is surprising him and that Norrington is here to witness it, Jack slams it shut.
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That should make absolutely no sense at all and yet it does somehow. Someway. Jack furrows his brow. Why does he want Norrington to call him Jack? Because he is Jack. Because it sounds better than Sparrow when Norrington says it, pompously, as if Jack is nothing more than dirt he wants swept out of his quaters. Because... Because... It's a sign of trust, of friendship, of respect. Of understanding. Because he wants Norrington understand him.
And perhaps asking to see the compass reading is Norrington asking for Jack to let him understand.
That's... worse logic than even Jack can put a claim to. He grins stupidly at Norrington, feeling almost proud of the man. "Good! Clears is all up then."
He looks down at the compass in his hand. The thing to do would be to open it now. Open it and let Norrington read it. Or not. Jack is still wary for some reason, some little niggling reason that says to let Norrington see it will let out some great big secret that will come back to harm him, but he swallows and tries to shove that concern down. Norrington wouldn't take any heading the compass showed him and mutiny. Wouldn't marroon Jack by his lonesome someplace without any hope of rescue. He probably wouldn't even know what the compass pointed to, just as Jack doesn't know what the compass pointed out for Norrington apart from hisself.
Eyes shut, almost timidly, Jack flips the compass open. Feels it spin and stop and spin and stop in his hand. Opens his eyes and looks at it. It first spins to point to one direction, E by NE Jack quickly reads, and then spins again, to face Norrington. Jack isn't surprised at that at all, though he ducks his chin to avoid looking at Norrington to see any reaction there. And then the compass spins back, probably to the original heading, Jack guesses, which is out of the Caribbean. But it doesn't. It continues around to point SW by W. Back to Port Royal. To the Navy.
Um. What?
Jack shakes it, sure that it is operating poorly or somehow being affected by Norrington being so close, but the compass only repeats it's three points again. East, to Africa, to England, to wherever Jack wants to go; Norrington; and then back the way they came. To Port Royal. The Navy. Everything Jack wants to flee from. Disturbed and frantic that the compass is surprising him and that Norrington is here to witness it, Jack slams it shut.