Not broken yet. But if the needle kept going back and forth like that, it was apt to just pop off completely. This was a mildly concerning thing for Jack Sparrow; there were obviously other things on his mind right now.
Just curiosity?
Jack turned his head toward hers, eyebrows raising. He clapped the compass shut and took his hand away from hers; she could move it if she wanted, now, but his other hand was still underneath.
"M'not sure I'm permitted to touch the king... wif my lips," Jack said. He didn't smile. He was serious. "N'm'not... had you planned on attaching me to any part of this ship, at any point in the foreseeable future?"
The hand that had held hers down, that had closed the compass, raised to her cheek--the way it'd happened exactly when they'd stood on the same deck of the same ship.