Disclaimer. I own Mavis, the mom and some other people. I do not own anything(or any one that was on the movies.) The song belongs to Dolly Partan. And that's not the entire song.

AN: NOT A ROMANCE. Starts relatively slowish. Gets more detailed, and the reason why its called "The Music Box will come VERY clear later. And yes, it is a music box, not something that means anything else.

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And finishing with my random talk.

Chapter one.

Eleven year old Jack Sparrow went around the bar scrubbing the table much the same as he did every night when it closed and all of the vagabonds and drunkards left. His mom, Mary, was the owner of the bar. She used to be a prostitute, or "A tavern girl of ill repute' as she told her friends and family, but she had changed occupations when she got pregnant. Mary had always loved singing, when Jack was born she gave him the surname of 'Sparrow'. He was her little sparrow. Jack was strong and helped whenever he could, though she knew full and well his dreams were elsewhere. They were always on the sea and the adventure of a pirate, like so man of her former 'clients' and 'patrons' were.

He would grow to be a civil man, well respected and filthy rich. Mary smiled affectionately at the back of her first born son. Jack was a hard worker and would do well in whatever he chose to be or do as a living. Mary had high hopes for him to be great.

His twin sister and her only daughter, however, was a different matter entirely. Mavis was too weak, being born second, for her fiery spirit. Mary had sent Mavis to get some bread and cheese from the market. It was to be for dinner, but in reality, Mary wanted Mavis out of the bar when it was open.

A knock sounded on the locked wooden door. Mary nodded at Jack and he went to open the door. There stood a red coat holding a small figure by a limp arm. The figure's face was bent down so the dirty, honey coloured hair made a curtain over the face. Mary still recognized her reckless daughter.

"Oh, Mavis." She said. At her name, Mavis looked up. Her nose was bleeding badly and there were cuts on her face. The arm that wasn't held by the regular was hanging limply at her side and her already dingy clothes were torn and covered in mud.

"Child, what did you do this time?" Her mother scolded, hands on her hips.

"It wasn't my fault! Honest! There were these boy that started picking on me, they were going to take the bread and cheese, so I punched one in the face!" She exclaimed with a slight smile, "I broke his nose!"

"Mavis!" Mary yelled, instantly wiping Mavis's small grin away. "When will you ever learn? You are too weak to fight them. Jack go help your sister put on bandages."

Jack complied and thanked the regular and led Mavis to their room and they sat down in the chairs facing each other.

"What were you thinking, Mavis?" Jack asked.

"I'm nit going to be a meek little girl." She replied defiantly, jutting out her sharp, fragile chin. Jack took this moment to put soap on the cut on her chin."

"Ow, that sting!" she said.

"You aren't strong enough to go out and pick fights like that." Jack replied, he was older by about ten minutes and so became a little protective of her. Mavis slapped Jacks hand away from the cuts on her broken hand she received when she punched the boy.

"One day I will be strong, stronger than you!" she yelled at him as she stood up.

"Mavis sit down, let me clean your cuts and put your arm in a splint, you busted your hand pretty bad." Jack calmly said. Reluctantly, Mavis sat down.

"You aren't any better." She whispered quietly.

"What was that?" Jack asked.

"I said you aren't any better." She repeated.

"Than who?" he replied.

"Than me. You think because you were born first, you're better. That you were born first you get everything. I've seen you Jack, I've seen you stare out the window to the sea, then look with loathing at mom, the tavern and me. You hate this place. You hate it as much as I do, even more so. You keep it behind a mask so you will earn mom's favor and money! You little-" Jack slapped her hard across the face.

"Keep your rebellious mouth shut, Mavis. Mother loves me because I'm her hard working son. She hates you. Everyone hates you. You know she said to me once that you'll be the end of her. And you will be! You run off and get hurt, making her sick with disappointment. You'll never do anything great. You probably will end up dead! And you deserve it too! What have you ever done! Nothing!" Jack yelled back at her, "she ungrateful wench."

"I will be stronger than you! You will regret this day. I will remember it and one day I will find you!" She yelled back at him, "I will be strong."

"Sit down and stop this childishness you foolish girl." Jack snapped curtly. Mavis glared at him and left the room, her arm in a sling. Jack quickly followed her to dinner, keeping a firm lid on his fuming temper. Mary had already gotten out the little bread in storage for supper and poured water into the three wooden mugs. It was a meager dinner, drowned in silence, but they were used to it.

After supper Mary started to sing and her children fell silent. Mary's singing was the most beautiful the children have ever heard. She sang the song she named her son after.

"Little Sparrow, little sparrow,
Precious fragile little thing,
Little Sparrow, little Sparrow
Fly so high, and feels no pain.."

Mary continues the song and finished it only to find her children sleeping side by side in front of the fire. As much as Mavis was useless, Mary still loved her. She loved both her children dearly, but she knew it wouldn't last.

Good things never last.