Jack woke Norrington up with a bucket and a smile. "Rise and shine," he said.
Norrington woke up with the distinct feeling that this day was going to test his patience as none had ever before. He rolled his eyes. "Little chance of that now."
But Jack's smile only grew wider. "How did you enjoy your first night of sailing under a pirate?"
"Only slightly less traumatically than waking up to one," was the answer, dry and quick.
If Norrington didn't know any better, he would have said Sparrow pouted a little. "Didn't have to spend it up here, mate. Your honour's quite safe with us. And Gibbs would have happily shared his blanket."
"I assure you it was not my 'honour' I was worried about. Call me insane, but I don't think I am particularly liked round these parts." Norrington rose and wrenched the bucket out of Jack's grasp. "Anything you would like me to do for you? Captain?"
Jack rose as well. "If honour's got nothing to do with it, why are you still in uniform? Why do you still cling to that silly little wig?"
Norrington glared hard, his jaw set firm enough to crack open walnuts. The next second he threw down his wig and dropped to his knees.
"Don't assume things about me, Sparrow," he said dangerously.
"I'll stop if you stop," replied Jack.