Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. The coconuts keep dropping, but in quicker succession and coming closer and closer to hitting Jack. He has to jump out of the way of the third one only to be nearly smacked in the back by the fourth one.
"Your aims a bit off," he calls up as the fifth coconut comes crashing down. Jack sidesteps it narrowly. "Or a bit too on," he then mutters under his breath.
Norrington doesn't seem to be in the best of moods. A giant understatement if he's trying to passively brain Jack with falling coconuts but Jack figures he can't really blame him. His stomach rebelliously knots up at the image of the crew straping Norrington up by the neck to the rigging and hoisting him like a flag. He wouldn't just stand aside. His muscles tighten and his teeth clench at very the idea. A feeling very much like remorse hollows out of pit in Jack's chest and he has to consciously reassert himself as standing next to a palm tree, surrounded by coconuts before he can begin to shake the sensation. He doesn't register the next thing Norrington says at all.
"S'against the Code," he murmurs, not even sure Norrington can hear him. "Can't string a man up aboard ship." Though he can't help but add, "Ironic as it may be."
The hollow in his chest expands and Jack feels a flare of anger. "Unfitting for any man. Unfitting for..." The word you dries on his tongue when he realises how forceful he's begun to sound.
He doesn't know why he feels so strongly about pushing away that image, but he doesn't like it. And he doesn't like feeling this way. Jack stares at the coconuts at his feet and thinks suddenly that he doesn't really want to go back. Not just yet.
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"Your aims a bit off," he calls up as the fifth coconut comes crashing down. Jack sidesteps it narrowly. "Or a bit too on," he then mutters under his breath.
Norrington doesn't seem to be in the best of moods. A giant understatement if he's trying to passively brain Jack with falling coconuts but Jack figures he can't really blame him. His stomach rebelliously knots up at the image of the crew straping Norrington up by the neck to the rigging and hoisting him like a flag. He wouldn't just stand aside. His muscles tighten and his teeth clench at very the idea. A feeling very much like remorse hollows out of pit in Jack's chest and he has to consciously reassert himself as standing next to a palm tree, surrounded by coconuts before he can begin to shake the sensation. He doesn't register the next thing Norrington says at all.
"S'against the Code," he murmurs, not even sure Norrington can hear him. "Can't string a man up aboard ship." Though he can't help but add, "Ironic as it may be."
The hollow in his chest expands and Jack feels a flare of anger. "Unfitting for any man. Unfitting for..." The word you dries on his tongue when he realises how forceful he's begun to sound.
He doesn't know why he feels so strongly about pushing away that image, but he doesn't like it. And he doesn't like feeling this way. Jack stares at the coconuts at his feet and thinks suddenly that he doesn't really want to go back. Not just yet.