Disclaimer- TLF- Come on, Jack, just like we rehearsed.
Jack- No. I won't do it. Make the whelp do it.
Will and Jaq- Which one?
TLF- Please, Jack? I'll give you rum?
Jack- Oh, no. The LAST time I was offered rum, you made me do the Macarena. Naked.
TLF- tehe. Yeah. I know.
Vivian- If it makes you two shut up, I'LL say it!
TLF- See, Jack? Vivian loves me. Vivian gets a cookie.
Jack- 'EY! You never said I'd get a cookie! Right-o! TLF wants everybody to know that however many times she says it, she does not own PotC. TLF only wishes she owned our sexy bodies. The only thing she owns is Vivian and Jaq, plus unimportant people. So now I get a cookie, am I right, TLF?
TLF- Uh, actually, I lied when I said that. I do not lie when saying this is a ridiculously long disclaimer. ;
Jack- WHAT?!?!
A/N. ::authoress cowers behind curtains of stage. 'Pssssss! Jack! Is it safe, yet?'
Jack calmly watches angry mob of reviews/readers. 'Oh, aye, sure.' Authoress walks out on stage and is splattered with various fruits, vegetables, furniture pieces, body parts…ect. (Authoress glares at Jack who shrugs. 'Should have given him a damn cookie' she mutters) but anyway; I AM SO SORRY, PEOPLE! I REALLY MEANT TO UPDATE MONTHS AGO BUT (getting sick of caps lock) I had A LOT of stuff on my plate. For instance, I failed both math and reading, moved to a different state, went on a computer-less 3 week vacation, got horses, got grounded, and I have a million ideas for other stories in my head. But I promised to update all my other stories before I posted the new ones, so here is chapter 5 of the Apprentice.
Chapter 5.
Will, carrying a bag of sandwiches for lunch, and Jaq, who had caught up with his father when he returned to the smith, opened the door of the smith to see the oddest scene play out in front of them.
A wet Jack, clad only in a loincloth and his hat, dueled with an annoyed looking Vivian while Robyn and Ashleigh looked on in mirth at the two insult slinging fighters. In fact, so much mirth, they were leaning against Vivian's door, clutching their sides while tears of laughter steamed down their face.
The slam of the door caught the two women's attention. Robyn and Ashleigh tried to compose themselves, picking themselves off the ground and tried to look like modest young women, but failing miserably, giggles escaping from their mouths. Vivian and Jack clashed together, oblivious of Will's shocked and furious face.
"Cross-dressing pansy!!"
"Silly wench!"
"Man whore!"
"Now, tha's not very nice…bitch."
"EXCUSE ME? Asshole!"
"Ye are goin' ta lose darlin'. Admit it." Jack cornered Vivian against the big wooden table. Vivian, pushed up against the table, thought furiously for a plan. Then she got one.
"Jack…you're right." She pressed herself against him, smiling seductively. Jack looked surprised, and then grinned back at her, cocky about her 'forfeiting'. Will glanced at Jaq, both knowing that Vivian very rarely gave in till she was beaten.
"Of course, darlin' Captain Jack Sparrow is never wrong." He murmured, brushing his ringed fingers against her shoulder, getting very close to her breasts.
"Of course. How could I have ever beaten Captain Jack Sparrow? Silly me," she purred back at him, feeling him relax. As soon as he had relaxed enough, she spun her sword up and pushed him backwards into the wooden counter, pressing her dagger to his throat.
Jack stared up at her in surprise, mouth open, eyes wide.
Will, angry as he was, had to stifle a laugh. Vivian rarely ever lost, even to Will, who had taught her. Jaq didn't even stifle the laugh. Vivian and Jack jumped when they heard him laugh, and turned to face Will sheepishly.
"Will! I can explain!" Vivian and Jack glared at each other, annoyed that they had spoken at the same time.
"Ye see, I was takin' a nap, as ye know, and she gets all ina snit cause I'm on 'er bed-"
"Will, he was on my bed, stark nude."
"Don't interrupt yer elders, lass. As I was sayin' she get in a snit and-"
"ON MY BED! STARK NUDE!" Jack clapped a hand over Vivian's mouth and continued, now struggling with an indignant Vivian.
"ANYWAY, she goes and throws water on me. OUCH! Lass, no bitin'! So, we dueled." Will calmly watched both miscreants. Jack took his hand off of her mouth, nursing a bite mark on his palm. Will focused his attention on Vivian.
"Vivi? Is that how it happened?" Vivian glared at Jack.
"Well, in theory, yes. I asked Ashleigh to wake up Jack considering you were getting lunch and he had slept half the morning away. Ashleigh went and opened the door; leading up to her and Robyn's fit of laughter over there, to find Jack here stark naked on my bed. When I went to get him OFF the bed, he ignored me and then tried to flirt," Will sent a murderous glance at Jack who shrugged it off. "I warned him, counted to three, then got a bucket of water and tossed it on him. Jack decided to duel for revenge. So yes, that's how it happened." Vivian concluded, smiling slightly at the look on Jaq's face; one of suppressed laughter and shock. "If you don't believe me, ask those two idiots." She added, waggling her fingers at her now under control best friends. Will turned to them.
"No, I believe you. But, ladies, what exactly are you doing here?" Robyn mocked outrage.
"Oh, that's nice. We come here to say hello to a dear friend and you ask us just why we are here. We are here to be annoying as humanly possibly to you, dear William, because, well, because we can." She ended with a grin. Ashleigh laughed and nodded.
"We are also here to depart some gossip on you," she added, as both she and Robyn took a seat on one of the stools around the table. Her face lost some of the laughter in it. She nodded at Vivian. "They are talking about you again, Viv. The usual stuff." Will and Jaq looked confused as Vivian's face turned hard.
"What? What do they say about you, Vivi?" Will asked. She didn't answer, just turned her back and set about re-heating the metal she had neglected before the fight. Robyn answered for her, in a dead, flat voice, void of emotion.
"They say she's a whore. That she sleeps with Jaq. That she's pregnant. That she sleeps with you, Will," Will looked shocked, then angry. "Don't look so surprised, Will. You knew what you were getting into when you took Vivi on as an apprentice as a child. Now that's she's a woman…people talk." Robyn said sadly. Ashleigh, always the emotional one, looked angry.
"Especially that bitch, Melissa Moody. She treats everyone like shit. Fucking whore." When everyone looked up in shock, she slapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh, oops. Sorry, that's what happens when you work in a bar. But I'm not taking it back. She's such a simpering…" Ashleigh left off, thinking of a word that would describe her in a non-vulgar way. She looked at Robyn for help.
"Bimbo?" she supplied. Ashleigh grinned.
"Yes, thank you. She prances around like she rules the earth because she has the most expensive dresses and one of the biggest houses and Vivian why in the world are you giving me those weird hand movements?" she asked Vivian who, being the best friend of Jaq knew of the engagement negotiations going on. She had been furiously been motioning for Ashleigh to shut up behind Will's and Jaq's back. She blushed when everyone stared at her, and sheepishly put her hands down.
"Because of…err…because…err…." Vivian stuttered, throwing panicked looks toward Jaq and Will. Jaq smiled and saved her, knowing she didn't want to tell something that wasn't hers to tell.
"Because Mr. Moody is planning to have me and Melissa wed." he said simply. Ashleigh's mouth popped open and her cheeks burned crimson.
"Oh, my, Jaq I am so sorry! If I had known then I wouldn't have opened my stupid mouth!" Jaq started laughing.
"Don't worry. I would rather marry Jack before Melissa." Ashleigh looked relieved.
"Is that some kinda insult, whelp?" Jack asked frowning. Before Jaq could reassure Jack, Ashleigh distracted Jack by bombarding him with questions.
"Oh, Jack! How is everybody? Ana Maria? Gibbs? Mr. Cotton? Mr. Cotton's Parrot? The Pearl?" Jack smiled, happy people were paying attention to him.
"Aye, everyone's fine. The Pearl needs a bit of work. She shattered the Nest in a storm some days back. 'Nough about me, how bout ye two missies?" he waggled his fingers at Robyn and Ashleigh.
"Well, I took over the bookshop 'round the corner, which reminds me, I have some maps for you. Me old dad died some months ago, and me sister got married to the fishmonger's." Jack nodded at Ashleigh.
"I work over at the Tilting Ship tavern some blocks away, I'm a bar maid. I turned 18 last week and I'm due next month." She said solemnly. Jack kept nodding, until he ran the words over in his head a second time. He looked up startled.
"Yer wha'? he asked. Ashleigh laughed.
"I'm kidding." She said, smiling at him. He grinned back.
"So wha? No bonny lads waiting at home for ye?" he asked, earning an exasperated look from Will, who had picked up on a different reason for asking, and it wasn't curiosity. Robyn and Ashleigh glanced at each other, apparently, they had caught it too.
"Nope," replied Ashleigh, and Robyn grinned evilly.
"Nada, but, pray, m'dear Captain, why the curiosity?" she asked, feigning innocence. Jack grinned, knowing he was caught.
"A lass after me own heart, ye are, Miss Robyn, but, if ye'll ask me no questions I'll be tellin' ye no lies." He said with a sly grin. Ashleigh held up her hands.
"That's all right, I really don't feel like listening to what exactly you want to know for. That just might give me nightmares." She said with a pretend shudder. Jack winked at her.
"Dreams, darlin', but no nightmares," he replied cheekily. Will decided to take charge then.
"Jack, go get dressed, despite what you may believe, we don't want to see you half naked, and I had wanted to get you up the house so you can see Anna and Elizabeth. Plus, I believe Vivian would you rather sleep in one of the guest rooms rather then her bed. Vivian, Commodore Norrington has requested 2 more swords for the guard, so if you would be so kind to make them, thank you. Robyn, Ashleigh, I suggest you go home, cause you know as well as I do that Vivian is not a fabulous friend when she's working. Alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. They all nodded and set to their tasks.
A.N. right-to. That's (finally) the fifth chapter of the Apprentice. I'm not sure if I like this chapter or not. Tell me what you think, but flamers will not be appreciated. Really, flamers have no purpose. You don't like it, fine. But tell me what you don't like about it. Constructive criticism is useful, I can make changes and see what your point of view, flaming tells me squat. Seriously, in one of my stories, someone just wrote, "Typical Mary-Sue garbage. Sorry, but I've read better," well, thank you but that tells me JACK SHIT. I really detest people like that. ::Twilight looks up at what she has just written:: ::blushes:: sorry about the rant, but it's been really bugging me. Cheers,
Twilight