James can almost smile at Sparrow's obvious disappointment at the company the woman (and what on earth is her name?) has brought with her, but he keeps his expression neutral- perhaps vaguely scornful- as Gibbs shrugs stolidly, clapping Jack on the shoulder in a comradely manner.

''T'would seem not, Jack. Ah, but sure Mister Norrington'll be a help. Experienced man like 'imself.'

The woman glares in Sparrow's direction, exhaling through her nostrils, and James is most gratified to see a faint shiver from him as well at the heat of her stare. 'All the other men was workin', Captain. I figured that it wouldn' hurt him to do a bit of work.'

James's lips twitch vaguely in irritation. 'Ignoring, of course, the work that I have been doing thus far in my time aboard the ship,' he says evenly, not looking at her.

Well, if it is gathering fruit with Jack Sparrow, a perpetually angry pirate woman, and Mr. Gibbs (who is at least a solid and reasonable personality- probably the best of the three), that is what it is. He squares his shoulders and allows one eyebrow to twitch ever so slightly in Sparrow's direction.

'Well? Surely you know the island better than I, Captain.'