James chuckles to himself as Sparrow wakes with a start, tumbling out of his chair to stare up at James with all the blinking non-comprehension of a man who still thinks he's dreaming, or wishes he was.

'Just past sunrise,' he says in answer to Sparrow's question, and smirks wryly at the face the pirate pulls. 'Not usually up at this hour?' He queries amusedly, 'Leave the early-morning captaining to your crew, mmm?'