For the first time in a long time, Jack finds himself at a loss for words. Why does he care? He doesn't, but he does. If they know, the crew will soon know. They'll talk. They'll want to talk to him. Gibbs will begin some jabbering about bad luck and Anamaria will glare furiously, but really -- it can't be much worse than the pain of this conversation anyway. Probably best to just get out with it then and end this.

Jack stares just over Norrington's shoulder, refusing to look at him while he answers. "S'not the knowing I care to know about, since them knowing what they know is a known unchangeable fact. Can't do much about it now."

That's not really the entire point though, and so Jack sighs as he tries to work out a way to phrase the next part.

"Crew'll know sooner than not. Not exactly fans of yours, they aren't. Never specifically said neither that what I do is not anyone's business. But. Might see it as a threat though. Way I figure it at least."

He moves his eyes back to find Norrington's and when their eyes lock, Jack stares him down. "Hard looks aren't the easier thing to be dealing with, even if one is Captain and First Mate any ol' way."