Chapter Four: From Trini to Trinity
AN: Aww, thanks SO much to all my reviewers! It's so cool to know that people are actually reading this! I've got an idea of where it's going, I'm just not 100% sure how I'm going to get there. And yes, Will does get on a ship again. =^) This has been by far my favorite chapter to write.there's a little bit more humor and I enjoy the idea of the parallels at the end between Trinity and.well, you'll see! =^) ~Ellie~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack boarded the Black Pearl after leaving Trini to the Turners and was greeted by AnaMaria and Gibbs. They saw in him a solemn air that had not been present in all the time he had been their captain.
"Tis done, then?" AnaMaria asked quietly.
"Aye," Jack said. And he said only that of the return of Trinity Turner to her parents. "Make ready to sail," he said to Gibbs, and then he retired to his cabin for the remainder of the day. Even when the Black Pearl began to steer towards the Isla de Muerta, he remained locked in his cabin, lying on his back in bed, occasionally drinking from the rum bottle on the table. And that was how he remained for many days to come. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Word of Trinity Turner's rescue from the dangerous pirates that had held her captive for seven years spread like wildfire around the tiny town of Port Royal. When people dared venture out of their houses, it was to pass along the news or to call on the Turners. Though they accepted congratulations, they would see no one, not even Governor Swann, until Trinity had "adjusted to civilized life again", as Will put it.
Trinity herself was not ready to adjust to civilized life. When Elizabeth had gone out one day and returned with two lads behind her carrying boxes, Trinity had been curious. But her curiosity turned to horror when she found the boxes brimming with petticoats, gowns, corsets, stockings, bonnets, shoes, and gloves. Trinity had not worn a gown since she was ten years old, and to her memory, she had never worn one at all. She found the entire ensemble incredibly restricting, for she had never been restricted in clothing.
One day, she was practicing walking up and down the stairs without tripping, for she had grown restless and could sit in her room no longer. She overheard Will and Elizabeth talking in the hall and could not resist listening in.
"She's been brought up as a pirate," Elizabeth was saying. "With no manners, no grace, no sense of propriety. You know Jack, I'm sure he let her do whatever she wanted."
"He gave her a sword, anyway," Will said. "A short, broad blade. Practically ancient; I wonder where he got it---"
"Will, we are not discussing Jack's choice of weapons," Elizabeth said curtly. "Even if he did give them to our daughter. We're talking about the horrors she must have seen. I'm sure he let her go on raids and---and kill people and threaten and steal and---"
Trinity was not used to holding her peace. "He never let me go on a raid!" she cried out, falling down the stairs as she took a step and tripped over her gown again. She stood up gracelessly and hitched her gown above her knees in order to walk down the hall to her parents. "He never let me have a sword until a week ago," she added. "He never let me leave the ship when they went plundering. And I've never killed anyone, or seen anyone killed."
Will and Elizabeth simply gazed open-mouthed at her for a moment. "That's," Will began. "That's---wonderful." An awkward silence followed; Will and Elizabeth were slightly embarrassed to have been caught talking about Trinity. Especially since neither of them would have thought she'd burst in on the conversation.
"I've got to be at the shop for a while," Will said finally, reaching for his coat from the stand in the hallway. He kissed Elizabeth's cheek lightly and made for the door.
"Wait!" Trinity called, dropping her skirts and turning quickly. Will paused and looked at her curiously. "Take me with you!" she begged. "I---I can't stay in that room any longer. I've got to walk. Please?"
Will and Elizabeth exchanged nervous glances. Trinity's hopes were dashed; she knew she'd only embarrass him if she went. "I know," she said, sighing. "Sorry I asked."
She gathered her skirts again and made for the stairs, but Elizabeth caught her arm. "Here," she said, shoving a bonnet into Trinity's hands. "And take care you don't lift your skirts in the streets."
Trinity grinned and shoved the bonnet on over her now-pinned up curls. "Aye!" she said, a bit too loudly. Elizabeth grimaced, and Trinity corrected herself. "Yes," she said. "All right."
Will offered his arm, and Trinity took it awkwardly. They made their way exceedingly slowly down the walk and onto the streets, and Trinity knew he was doing it for her sake. As much as she hated to admit it, life with the Turners was pleasant, if not exciting. Will and Elizabeth were kind, and despite their respectable appearances, they had a few wild tales of their own to tell. Trinity noted how Elizabeth laughed aloud, unlike most society women who restrained their amusement to a demure smile. Her mother's laugh made Trinity admire her more. And her father, though no Jack Sparrow, was handsome, friendly, and almost always smiling. It was he who told the tales at the supper table, causing Elizabeth to laugh and Trinity to be pleasantly surprised. Their son, William, was only five and already aspiring to be a sailor---one that fought with a sword, that is. William had inherited his father's love of swords, and he was always running about the yard with a stick, fighting invisible foes. Trinity laughed and watched him; she had no memory of doing the exact same thing.
Will and Trinity took nigh an hour to reach Will's shop. In addition to the slow pace they kept in order to keep Trinity from plunging face- first into the road, they were stopped numerous times along the way by townspeople and friends who had heard of Trinity's return and wished to congratulate the father and welcome the daughter. Trinity met them all with what she hoped was a friendly smile, but she was relieved when they finally stepped over the threshold of the shop.
Will closed the door and opened the windows to let the light in. Trinity was already looking around, the skirts of her gown draped over one arm. She approached one of the sword racks and examined the handles. She glanced back at Will, who had taken a long box down from a shelf and was examining and polishing the sword inside.
"Jack said you were the best swordsman in the Caribbean," Trinity said abruptly, moving over towards him.
Will smiled reminiscently. "I don't know about that," he said. "But I was crazy about sword fighting when I first met Jack. I practiced something like three hours a day."
Trinity nodded and looked at the sword he was polishing. "Will you teach me?" she asked.
Will looked up sharply, catching his daughter's eye. Her tone was pleading. He was torn; he'd love to teach her. He hadn't had anyone to practice with in ages. But she was seventeen, and a girl. And she'd been living with pirates for the past seven years. "I don't know if that's entirely appropriate," he said, looking back down at the weapon in his hands.
But Trinity knew that wasn't the reply he had wanted to give. She cast her mind about for a suitable argument. "I won't drink!" she finally cried, having found something to barter with.
Will gave her a puzzled look, and she continued. "I know you don't like it," she said. "And if you teach me the sword, I'll stop. I swear, nothing more than wine at supper."
Will chuckled. "So that's where the rum in the parlor's been going?"
Trinity nodded, feeling slightly sheepish. She held out her hand tentatively. "Do we have an accord?" she asked.
Will took her hand, smiling, reminded strongly of Jack. "We do," he said. "Just don't tell Elizabeth."
Trinity grinned and shook her father's hand heartily. "Agreed!" she said. "Can we start now?"
Will shook his head. "Captain Norrington is coming in for his order," he said. "And it's daylight. You can come with me in the evenings; we'll practice then."
Trinity ran her fingers over the smooth blade in the box. "Is this the order?"
"It is," Will said. "Captain Norrington, the son of the late Commodore. He's young, but with all the navy men lost in the raid, they've started promoting some of the men of lower rank."
"Is Commodore Norrington the one who almost married Elizabeth?" Trinity asked, remembering a story Will had told at supper a night or two ago.
Will nodded. "He dedicated his life to his work for a long time after that," he said sorrowfully. "He married a widow with one son, about a year after that last raid. Henry Norrington is only nineteen, but he said at his father's funeral that he'll pick up where James left off." Will shook his head. "Looks like another ambitious Norrington for Port Royal."
Trinity opened her mouth to ask a question, but a knock resounded on the door. "That'll be Captain Norrington," Will said. "Would you let him in, Trinity?"
Trinity wasn't sure, but she thought she saw something of a mischievous smile playing on Will's face. She turned away from him suspiciously and pulled her skirts up to make her way to the door quickly. She was glad she remembered to drop them before she opened the door, however, because the young man on the other side certainly did not look as though he would be pleased to have been greeted by her stockings.
In fact, he didn't look as though any greeting at all would suffice. He stood erect and proud at the doorway, removing his hat curtly when Trinity opened the door. "Ah, Miss Turner?" he asked, and without waiting for reply, added, "How lovely to make your acquaintance. I welcome you back to Port Royal."
Trinity nodded, speechless. She moved aside and allowed him to enter. He walked brusquely to Will and bowed.
Trinity closed the door and managed to move back to her father without tripping over her skirts. She kept her chin tilted down but made sure she could see young Norrington's face. He was a handsome man, by all means. His face was smooth and unlined by worldly cares, his limbs strong, his eyes sparkling as though behind his serious façade, a merry lad was bursting to come forth. Had Trinity known his father, she would have never thought them relatives upon studying Henry Norrington, for his surrogate father had never had a happy demeanor about him. And despite his strict front, Captain Norrington emanated the air of a happy man.
"Good day, Captain," Will said cheerfully, opening the black sword box again. "I've your order. I hope you'll be pleased."
Trinity watched as Norrington studied the blade, just as she had earlier. "Your work never disappoints, Mr. Turner," the captain replied, with a shadow of a smile. "This is indeed a beautiful sword."
He looked up then, and found Trinity's eyes locked on him. She immediately cast her eyes down, embarrassed to have been caught looking at him. Unbeknownst to her, he let his eyes linger after she had looked away.
"Well," he said after a moment. "I thank you, Mr. Turner. It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miss Turner." He bowed again and took the sword box Will handed him, turning sharply on his heel and exiting the shop.
Will began putting away odds and ends strewn about his shelves. "Well?" he asked Trinity.
"Well, what?" she asked hesitantly, examining another rack of swords.
"Does he remind you of anyone?" Will prompted. "Perhaps his father? You knew Commodore Norrington, you know."
Trinity shook her head. "I don't remember anything," she replied honestly. "He's nice, I suppose," she added, gathering that her father was looking for her thoughts on young Norrington. "He'll make a good captain."
Will nodded. "He's James Norrington's son, through and through, even if not by blood," he said.
Knowing about the young Norrington's father gave Trinity a connection to him; she felt as though they were both in the same boat. For no matter how she enjoyed living with the Turners, it could not be long before the novelty wore off. And then, she thought, she would be naught but a pirate maiden stuck in a lady's life.
Will noticed nothing unusual about Trinity's thoughtfulness. He finished tidying up the shop and offered her his arm again. "Let's go home," he said, smiling.
AN: Aww, thanks SO much to all my reviewers! It's so cool to know that people are actually reading this! I've got an idea of where it's going, I'm just not 100% sure how I'm going to get there. And yes, Will does get on a ship again. =^) This has been by far my favorite chapter to write.there's a little bit more humor and I enjoy the idea of the parallels at the end between Trinity and.well, you'll see! =^) ~Ellie~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack boarded the Black Pearl after leaving Trini to the Turners and was greeted by AnaMaria and Gibbs. They saw in him a solemn air that had not been present in all the time he had been their captain.
"Tis done, then?" AnaMaria asked quietly.
"Aye," Jack said. And he said only that of the return of Trinity Turner to her parents. "Make ready to sail," he said to Gibbs, and then he retired to his cabin for the remainder of the day. Even when the Black Pearl began to steer towards the Isla de Muerta, he remained locked in his cabin, lying on his back in bed, occasionally drinking from the rum bottle on the table. And that was how he remained for many days to come. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Word of Trinity Turner's rescue from the dangerous pirates that had held her captive for seven years spread like wildfire around the tiny town of Port Royal. When people dared venture out of their houses, it was to pass along the news or to call on the Turners. Though they accepted congratulations, they would see no one, not even Governor Swann, until Trinity had "adjusted to civilized life again", as Will put it.
Trinity herself was not ready to adjust to civilized life. When Elizabeth had gone out one day and returned with two lads behind her carrying boxes, Trinity had been curious. But her curiosity turned to horror when she found the boxes brimming with petticoats, gowns, corsets, stockings, bonnets, shoes, and gloves. Trinity had not worn a gown since she was ten years old, and to her memory, she had never worn one at all. She found the entire ensemble incredibly restricting, for she had never been restricted in clothing.
One day, she was practicing walking up and down the stairs without tripping, for she had grown restless and could sit in her room no longer. She overheard Will and Elizabeth talking in the hall and could not resist listening in.
"She's been brought up as a pirate," Elizabeth was saying. "With no manners, no grace, no sense of propriety. You know Jack, I'm sure he let her do whatever she wanted."
"He gave her a sword, anyway," Will said. "A short, broad blade. Practically ancient; I wonder where he got it---"
"Will, we are not discussing Jack's choice of weapons," Elizabeth said curtly. "Even if he did give them to our daughter. We're talking about the horrors she must have seen. I'm sure he let her go on raids and---and kill people and threaten and steal and---"
Trinity was not used to holding her peace. "He never let me go on a raid!" she cried out, falling down the stairs as she took a step and tripped over her gown again. She stood up gracelessly and hitched her gown above her knees in order to walk down the hall to her parents. "He never let me have a sword until a week ago," she added. "He never let me leave the ship when they went plundering. And I've never killed anyone, or seen anyone killed."
Will and Elizabeth simply gazed open-mouthed at her for a moment. "That's," Will began. "That's---wonderful." An awkward silence followed; Will and Elizabeth were slightly embarrassed to have been caught talking about Trinity. Especially since neither of them would have thought she'd burst in on the conversation.
"I've got to be at the shop for a while," Will said finally, reaching for his coat from the stand in the hallway. He kissed Elizabeth's cheek lightly and made for the door.
"Wait!" Trinity called, dropping her skirts and turning quickly. Will paused and looked at her curiously. "Take me with you!" she begged. "I---I can't stay in that room any longer. I've got to walk. Please?"
Will and Elizabeth exchanged nervous glances. Trinity's hopes were dashed; she knew she'd only embarrass him if she went. "I know," she said, sighing. "Sorry I asked."
She gathered her skirts again and made for the stairs, but Elizabeth caught her arm. "Here," she said, shoving a bonnet into Trinity's hands. "And take care you don't lift your skirts in the streets."
Trinity grinned and shoved the bonnet on over her now-pinned up curls. "Aye!" she said, a bit too loudly. Elizabeth grimaced, and Trinity corrected herself. "Yes," she said. "All right."
Will offered his arm, and Trinity took it awkwardly. They made their way exceedingly slowly down the walk and onto the streets, and Trinity knew he was doing it for her sake. As much as she hated to admit it, life with the Turners was pleasant, if not exciting. Will and Elizabeth were kind, and despite their respectable appearances, they had a few wild tales of their own to tell. Trinity noted how Elizabeth laughed aloud, unlike most society women who restrained their amusement to a demure smile. Her mother's laugh made Trinity admire her more. And her father, though no Jack Sparrow, was handsome, friendly, and almost always smiling. It was he who told the tales at the supper table, causing Elizabeth to laugh and Trinity to be pleasantly surprised. Their son, William, was only five and already aspiring to be a sailor---one that fought with a sword, that is. William had inherited his father's love of swords, and he was always running about the yard with a stick, fighting invisible foes. Trinity laughed and watched him; she had no memory of doing the exact same thing.
Will and Trinity took nigh an hour to reach Will's shop. In addition to the slow pace they kept in order to keep Trinity from plunging face- first into the road, they were stopped numerous times along the way by townspeople and friends who had heard of Trinity's return and wished to congratulate the father and welcome the daughter. Trinity met them all with what she hoped was a friendly smile, but she was relieved when they finally stepped over the threshold of the shop.
Will closed the door and opened the windows to let the light in. Trinity was already looking around, the skirts of her gown draped over one arm. She approached one of the sword racks and examined the handles. She glanced back at Will, who had taken a long box down from a shelf and was examining and polishing the sword inside.
"Jack said you were the best swordsman in the Caribbean," Trinity said abruptly, moving over towards him.
Will smiled reminiscently. "I don't know about that," he said. "But I was crazy about sword fighting when I first met Jack. I practiced something like three hours a day."
Trinity nodded and looked at the sword he was polishing. "Will you teach me?" she asked.
Will looked up sharply, catching his daughter's eye. Her tone was pleading. He was torn; he'd love to teach her. He hadn't had anyone to practice with in ages. But she was seventeen, and a girl. And she'd been living with pirates for the past seven years. "I don't know if that's entirely appropriate," he said, looking back down at the weapon in his hands.
But Trinity knew that wasn't the reply he had wanted to give. She cast her mind about for a suitable argument. "I won't drink!" she finally cried, having found something to barter with.
Will gave her a puzzled look, and she continued. "I know you don't like it," she said. "And if you teach me the sword, I'll stop. I swear, nothing more than wine at supper."
Will chuckled. "So that's where the rum in the parlor's been going?"
Trinity nodded, feeling slightly sheepish. She held out her hand tentatively. "Do we have an accord?" she asked.
Will took her hand, smiling, reminded strongly of Jack. "We do," he said. "Just don't tell Elizabeth."
Trinity grinned and shook her father's hand heartily. "Agreed!" she said. "Can we start now?"
Will shook his head. "Captain Norrington is coming in for his order," he said. "And it's daylight. You can come with me in the evenings; we'll practice then."
Trinity ran her fingers over the smooth blade in the box. "Is this the order?"
"It is," Will said. "Captain Norrington, the son of the late Commodore. He's young, but with all the navy men lost in the raid, they've started promoting some of the men of lower rank."
"Is Commodore Norrington the one who almost married Elizabeth?" Trinity asked, remembering a story Will had told at supper a night or two ago.
Will nodded. "He dedicated his life to his work for a long time after that," he said sorrowfully. "He married a widow with one son, about a year after that last raid. Henry Norrington is only nineteen, but he said at his father's funeral that he'll pick up where James left off." Will shook his head. "Looks like another ambitious Norrington for Port Royal."
Trinity opened her mouth to ask a question, but a knock resounded on the door. "That'll be Captain Norrington," Will said. "Would you let him in, Trinity?"
Trinity wasn't sure, but she thought she saw something of a mischievous smile playing on Will's face. She turned away from him suspiciously and pulled her skirts up to make her way to the door quickly. She was glad she remembered to drop them before she opened the door, however, because the young man on the other side certainly did not look as though he would be pleased to have been greeted by her stockings.
In fact, he didn't look as though any greeting at all would suffice. He stood erect and proud at the doorway, removing his hat curtly when Trinity opened the door. "Ah, Miss Turner?" he asked, and without waiting for reply, added, "How lovely to make your acquaintance. I welcome you back to Port Royal."
Trinity nodded, speechless. She moved aside and allowed him to enter. He walked brusquely to Will and bowed.
Trinity closed the door and managed to move back to her father without tripping over her skirts. She kept her chin tilted down but made sure she could see young Norrington's face. He was a handsome man, by all means. His face was smooth and unlined by worldly cares, his limbs strong, his eyes sparkling as though behind his serious façade, a merry lad was bursting to come forth. Had Trinity known his father, she would have never thought them relatives upon studying Henry Norrington, for his surrogate father had never had a happy demeanor about him. And despite his strict front, Captain Norrington emanated the air of a happy man.
"Good day, Captain," Will said cheerfully, opening the black sword box again. "I've your order. I hope you'll be pleased."
Trinity watched as Norrington studied the blade, just as she had earlier. "Your work never disappoints, Mr. Turner," the captain replied, with a shadow of a smile. "This is indeed a beautiful sword."
He looked up then, and found Trinity's eyes locked on him. She immediately cast her eyes down, embarrassed to have been caught looking at him. Unbeknownst to her, he let his eyes linger after she had looked away.
"Well," he said after a moment. "I thank you, Mr. Turner. It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miss Turner." He bowed again and took the sword box Will handed him, turning sharply on his heel and exiting the shop.
Will began putting away odds and ends strewn about his shelves. "Well?" he asked Trinity.
"Well, what?" she asked hesitantly, examining another rack of swords.
"Does he remind you of anyone?" Will prompted. "Perhaps his father? You knew Commodore Norrington, you know."
Trinity shook her head. "I don't remember anything," she replied honestly. "He's nice, I suppose," she added, gathering that her father was looking for her thoughts on young Norrington. "He'll make a good captain."
Will nodded. "He's James Norrington's son, through and through, even if not by blood," he said.
Knowing about the young Norrington's father gave Trinity a connection to him; she felt as though they were both in the same boat. For no matter how she enjoyed living with the Turners, it could not be long before the novelty wore off. And then, she thought, she would be naught but a pirate maiden stuck in a lady's life.
Will noticed nothing unusual about Trinity's thoughtfulness. He finished tidying up the shop and offered her his arm again. "Let's go home," he said, smiling.