Note: PRE-COTBP

HOLA! Ruby here again with another POTC fanfic about the duo Jack and Trintiy. For those wondering, this wil not change the endings of any of my trin/jack trilogy. this is just for fun. the story of how the plank monkeys met! sounds fun, doesn't it?

R&R

Ruby

Pirates of the Caribbean: On the Wings of a Sparrow

Chapter One

Meeting A Daydream

Trinity Marie stood on the edge of her balcony, staring into the sunset and listening to the idle sea sing her song to the tune of ships sailing back into port. It was like a hymn to the ears of those paying attention while the waves echoed the church bells ringing softly in the distance. Her mind was wondering again, as she often found that it would in this particular spot. She was daydreaming of the day this facade would close and her real life would begin.

Daniel made his way out towards his younger sister, his hand warmly resting on the cuff of her sleeve. He could feel her sense of adventure and curiosity run through her veins and surge into him as if they were the same person. "Sea captains and mermaids again?"

She took a moment to collect her thoughts, returning to her hellish reality. In doing so, she realized just how cold it had become as the sun slipped lower into the horizon. The wind had picked up considerably, causing the lace ruche at the end of her dress to bunch up around the curves of her dainty knees. "Yes." The formality and bluntness of her answer made Trinity cringe. She masked it as a shiver.

"Perhaps we should continue inside. Father said that dinner would be served early this evening due to company of some of his business associates."

A wall of malice and contempt formed between the siblings as Trinity reentered her bed chamber and walked behind her changing screen, away from her brother's overprotective gaze. "Do us all a favor, then. Call for Jocelyn. I'd like to change in time for Father's guests. Then again, I suppose that's why you called, isn't it?"

A bell rang in the opposite corner of the room as Trinity began to undress. "Why do you say his name with such an air of hostility?"

"You cannot, by any means, think for one moment that that man is our actual father. Just because Mother says so does not mean that it is so."

Daniel straightened, all the comfort leaving the room with Trinity's fleeting statements. "I would pray that you take a moment to remember what you were taught and hold your tongue!" His words growing harsher with every breath.

"I will do no such thing! I was taught that in a civilized conversation one could discuss anything within reason. I, for one, happen to think the possible paternity of our so called 'parental figure' is well within said reason."

Daniel's hands clenched tightly at his sides, loosening only for a moment when his palm collided with his sister's cheek. "Don't you dare befoul our father's name! You will get dressed, put up your hair, and make yourself presentable for our dinner guests. Do I make myself clear?"

She puckered her lips, slightly, while knitting her eyebrows together in the center of her forehead. "Crystal. I just never thought you'd turn out to be like him. Maybe he is your real father, after all."

A woman appeared in the threshold, her worn eyes sagging under the weight of fifteen years of servitude. Her dingy cloths covered her aching muscles and a bulging belly. The latter, no doubt, a product of her master's gratitude to her loyalty. Daniel gave all attention to her. "Jocelyn, see to it that she is downstairs in ten minutes." Jocelyn, too, felt the coldness of his tone as she ran an experienced hand over her stomach. It was almost like she was shielding her unborn child from the beginning of Daniel Marie's unbridled cruelty.

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Her hands groped the polished banister of the grand staircase, her heels making a delicate 'click' noise as she proceeded her decent down the marble structure with all the regal essence of a queen. Just as she had been taught.

At the bottom of the staircase stood her father, Edmund, dressed in his Sunday best and awaiting the arrival of his guests. "Trinity, you look lovely this evening." He grumbled, not really caring about how she looked. Or anything else about her, for that matter.

"Thank you, sir." Her response was mechanical, the respect that sounded like she had dying in her throat.

Trinity's mother, Cordelia, sat in the parlor, glancing out the window with the blank stare that had become her permanent expression. She had married this man for his money, but her loyalties lied somewhere else. All this was apparent through her vacant stare. Daniel was seated next to her, a firm grasp around her shoulders. He had the same hold on her that their father had, only it hurt Cordelia to see her son use such manipulation and malice. Something in Daniel's eyes was trapping her there with him, Trinity could tell. It made her core shake.

Her father came up behind Trinity, guiding her towards the dining room using her shoulders. Shortly after he guided her into a chair, the bell from the front porch was rung and one of the servants ran to answer. He entered the dining room with a look of distaste laid across his usual bleak scowl. "Your first guest has arrived, sir."

Edmund straightened the powered wig, which was then skewed on the flat of his head, and waved forward his servant to continue the announcement. But before the domestic help could utter another word, Edmund's guest appeared in the doorway and nonchalantly took his place at the table before the proper etiquette could be taken. Although, his appearance made it seem that he had no etiquette about him.

His long, knotted black hair was tied back behind his shoulders, but the braids in his goatee hung loosely down to his chest. He reeked of salt and liquor, and the black kohl around his eyes smeared as he winced tears from the placid ovals. His cloths hung loosely from his body, yellow stains lingering along the armpits and chest areas. Clearly, Edmund did not expect this sight, nor did the rest of his family. "Cordelia, children, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine," He hesitated, mentally selecting his words, "Captain Jack Sparrow."