Disclaimer- okok, so I forgot to put it in the first chapter, whatever. If you honestly thought I owned anything potc, you are seriously on drugs. I own Jaq, Anna, and Vivian, along with some other people. I, unfortunately, do not own will. Would like to, but don't. OK, on with the story!

A.N. hey y'all. What's happening? Ok, this is my next installment of my widely popular story, The Apprentice. ::rolls eyes, and mutters something about only two reviews:: ok. I would like to thank I Love Kitties and PiratePrincess91, along with Vamperfly with being my first reviewers. Y'all get cookies. So in the words of Leanan Sidhe, LET'S GET CRACKING!  Cheers~Twilight

Chapter Two

Shopping

Many threats and a considerable amount of time being wasted on finding her boots, (how could she know they were under her bed?) Vivian, Jaq and Anna arrived in the marketplace. Anna skipped, Jaq gently teased her, and Vivian sulked. As they walked local ladies threw Jaq sidelong glances of admiration and flirtatious eyes. Vivi didn't blame them.

 Jaq was nearly six foot, towering over her stocky 5'4. He was well muscled and had large hands. His short blond hair and a defined jaw line, bringing attention to his narrow, expressive eyes. (We interrupt this moment to bring you an author's note- Jaq is the POTC Chad Michael Murray. That is whom he looks like, sorry for the interruption.) Vivian really disliked people who thought since Jaq was good looking, he was dumb. He was incredibly intelligent, but very shy. He had a great sense of humor and which was usually only brought out with people he'd known for a long time. As they entered one of the most famous (and expensive) dress shops, Vivian cringed. When the dress keeper saw her, she gave a whoop of delight. 

            "Dear, Lord, defend me!  Are my old eyes deceiving me or has Vivian Carmichael walked in my shop without Mister Will holding onto her while she screams for mercy?" The shopkeeper, Madame Butchard, was a short woman in her mid-fifties, and had a lively, caring face. She continued as she ushered them into a room with a dressing stall and couches for company to sit on. " Master Jacques and Miss Anna, as well, I see. I bet you've come for attire to the Commodore's wedding party. Jaq and Vivian, sit on the couch while we get some dresses for little Miss Anna here." Anna bounced up and down, and followed Madam Butchard into the changing room. Jaq and Vivian took a seat on one of the couches. They talked about little things, how was Jaq's mother, what project was she working on, when Anna came out with a pretty pink muslin on. Jaq and Vivian clapped and whistled as a grinning Anna turned and modeled the dress for them. Next was Jaq's turn. While Anna and Vivian waited Anna told Vivian that on her upcoming birthday, she wished to get a new doll she had seen at the toy store. Vivian made a note of this and mentally counted up her monthly income for the doll. Then Jaq made an appearance showing up in fawn-coloured breeches, with a matching vest over a light blue shirt. Vivian whistled low and long. A serving maid nearby gave her a disapproving look, but then caught a sight of Jaq and dropped the bundle of linens she was holding. Vivian laughed, and said.

            "Jaq, my friend, the ladies will be chasing you down the streets." Jaq laughed, and asked Anna,

            "Anna, what do you think?" Anna looked up from her dress box, where she had been stoking the soft material and replied,

            "It's very nice. About the chasing-you-down-the-street remark, I have no comment. I think that's pretty nasty." Jaq and Vivian laughed. "Right then, Vivi, your turn." She added, a smirk creeping into her face. Vivian cringed, but got up and let herself be led into the dressing room.  Inside a bunch of ladies poked and prodded, taking measurements and adjusting garments. They then showed her some gowns that would be suitable for her size. Out of thirty or so dresses she picked two that she couldn't decide on. One was crimson base, with gauze-like gold silk as an over dress. The other was cinnamon coloured base dress with a green overdress. Vivian piled her braid on top of her head, and bit her lip. Motioning to Madame Butchard, she asked

            "Can I try both of these on and see what Jaq and Anna think?" Madame Butchard nodded. Vivian slipped on the cinnamon gown and adjusted the dress to where it was comfortable. Taking a deep breath, feeling sure she looked like an idiot she bit her lip and stepped out into the waiting room.

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   Jaq and Anna had been playing cards when he heard a noise. Looking up he saw Vivian standing just outside doorframe of the dressing room. Jaq stared, speechless. He'd never really thought about Vivian as a girl, just as his best friend, his father's apprentice. Never Vivian the girl. But there she stood. Vivi's long black hair was wrapped around her head, a few stray pieces framing her face and brushing the nape of her neck, showing off strong cheekbones. A light brown dress with a forest green overdress brought out her intelligent hazel eyes, accented by naturally dark eyelashes. Surprisingly thick eyebrows gave her face a quirky fun look.  A sloping nose pointed out her full lips, slightly reddened by biting them. Vivian had creamy skin, tanned by the forge.  Broad shoulders connected to muscular arms. The long sleeves of the overdress hid the shiny black burn on her right arm that she had earned when she was ten. She looked like a beautiful queen, shy but proud, standing straight, shoulders back. While Jaq was staring, Anna looked up and gasped.

   "Vivi! You look beautiful!" Vivian laughed nervously, and smiled, further stunning Jaq.

   "You think so?" She asked, turning. "There's another one I like, a red one. Why don't I go try that on, and you two sit tight?" Anna nodded and Jaq dazedly bobbed his head up and down. Vivian disappeared into the adjoined room once more. Anna turned to Jaq once more, looking at him since Vivian reappeared. Seeing him, she broke into giggles. Jaq's gray-blue eyes were widened, glazed with awe. His jaw had dropped, his mouth slightly parted. Jaq tried to talk, but all that came out was a croak.  Frowning, he cleared his throat and tried again.

"Did you know she was that pretty?" He asked Anna. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Well, kind of. But that that proves it doesn't it?" Anna replied. Jaq shook himself, closed his mouth and prepared to get dazzled all over again.

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Jaq and Anna had gone home, chatting about the party, which, Anna secretly told Vivian, was not the only party coming up. Jaq was having a party in honor of his 18th birthday right after the Commodore's wedding party. Vivian returned to the forge carrying not one box, but two, as Jaq and Anna had insisted her getting the other dress as well. She would be in need of the other dress, for the Jaq's party as well. Although Vivian hated dances, or any social events for that matter, she would not miss Jaq's birthday party. Vivian slid the doors open to the forge and hopped down the stone steps. Will was hard at work but stopped when he saw her come in.

"So how'd it go?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at the two boxes. Vivian shrugged.

"Alright I guess, Jaq and Anna insisted I get two dresses for the hell of it." Will looked curiously at the boxes, but Vivian laughed and held them away. "Uh-uh. Nope, you are going to have to wait to the ball-thingy to see me in any of these dresses." She said. Will rolled his eyes.

"Well, then missy, get into your work clothes, and help me with the day's final load." He said sternly. Vivian trudged into her room, but her dresses in her small closet and changed, then reentered the forge.