[Would Jack at this moment do the honest thing and tell Hector that he and Norrington had LIVED together? Been housemates? Sailed together? Fought together? Dined together?

Jack twitched slightly. The answer, of course, was no. He had an image to protect. And that thought made him feel slightly horrible inside -- guilt. James Norrington had been a staunch ally and even a friend, though neither man would ever admit that. This was a betrayal. A flat-out betrayal.]

Perhaps this place has turned him into a lazy bastard. I don't know. But you ought to know, Hector, that things what die here? They come back. James Norrington knows that.