Disclaimer- wouldn't that be a dream come true? I'd have Jack, and Will and…icantthinkofanymorehotpotccharacters…I DO own Jaq, Anna, Vivian, Robyn, and Ashleigh.

A.N. whoodeedoodydoo. I go back to school on Thursday…my orientation is on Tuesday…to tell you the truth, I'm a bit nervous…going to school in a new state…new school…going into high school…AND I don't know anybody here. So yeah…no worries…so. Who else wants to strangle the producers of Pirates of the Caribbean and X-Men for releasing the sequels in 2006? What's wrong with 2005? I can't wait until X-3 comes out…Gambit is introduced (fan girl squeal) I loff him so, so much. Anyway…I'm rambling. Oh, this is IMPORTANT; this is the Commodore's second wedding. He was married previously, but his wife had passed away. He isn't that pathetic to not get a girl after 18 years. Another thing, yes, Jack is like late thirties, mid-forties, but still. He's Captain Jack Sparrow, and thus timeless. So when y'all say how gross he is to be flirting with Robyn and Ashleigh whose much younger, you must remember sixteen year old women were married to fifty year olds back then, so bear with me. Cheers and Review,

Twilight.

Chapter 6, THE BALL Pt.1. (Hootch!)

The following day passed without a hitch, excepting the pranks that Ashleigh, Robyn and Vivian pulled on Jack, who predictably yelled and cursed and pranked them back, while Will shook his head and laughed, and Jaq smiled over his schoolwork.

Anna had stayed down at the forge for a while, but after and hour and a half; they sent her back to the house, exhausted of her endless chatter about tomorrow's ball.

Since Ashleigh and Robyn were not part of society, they were not to go to the Commodore's wedding, of which Vivian was green with envy, but as the Governor's Daughter's Husband's Apprentice, (a title that never ceased to amuse Will), she had no choice. Ashleigh and Robyn were, however, allowed to come to Jaq's birthday party, which had been announced recently.

Surprisingly, Jack was granted pardon for his stay, but as soon as he sailed out of the Port, he was an open target. Jack had agreed whole-heartedly, it would be a cold day in hell before the Royal Navy caught his Pearl.

However, Vivian was not alone in her plight; as The Governor's Daughter's Husband's Best Friend And Honored Guest, (a title that Vivian teased him merciless with) he also was blackmailed/ tricked into going as well. He had already sent two maids despairing over his hair while another one near fainted dead away when she saw the grime that seemed implanted into his skin.

Will, Elizabeth, Jaq, Vivian, Ashleigh and Robyn sat shaking on the landing by the guest room, speechless with mirth as curses, gasps, shouts, yelps, splashing, shrieks, and a lot of loud scolding came from the room as Jack was washed, scrubbed, and brushed until every inch of him was clean.

The after effect though, was astonishing. Jack walked out, followed by four wet, tired, although pleased looking maids, wearing brown breeches, high black boots, and a loose white shirt, all very clean. His eyes were kohl free, his long black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, his braids re-done neatly. The only different things were his matted dreadlocks were non-existent, they had been taken apart, and brushed, and braided, and his goatee had been trimmed ever so slightly. Even his trinkets were still in place. He still wore his red bandanna, but otherwise he looked like a different man.

Elizabeth and Will exchanged a huge grin, and then Elizabeth went to all of the maids and gave them a huge hugs, and a huge pay raise as well. Vivian, Ashleigh and Jaq wore huge mischievous smiles, and shared a glance. No one but Vivian seemed to notice Robyn's slightly different reaction, her eyes widening and her left eyebrow shooting up.

Well, no one but Jack, who immediately took this as approval, and grinned.

"M'dear Robyn, how do I look?" he asked. Robyn grinned.

"Well, Mr. Sparrow, I do believe that you look ever so like a gentleman." She replied, battering her eyelashes at him. He frowned at her at first for besmirching his title, but then threw up his hands in horror at the thought of being a gentleman.

"Now, lass, don' go sayin' things like tha. It be given' me nightmares." He said shuddering in mock horror. Robyn laughed.

"Aye, and the rest of society as well. I don't know what Norrington would do if you showed up to one of top society's parties."

"Shoot himself, and so would I," Jack replied with another grin. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at Vivian, who waved it away as if to say, 'Don't worry, they do this all the time,'

Will once again interrupted the playful banter.

"Jack, you look…clean. It's a change." He said, earning a look from Jack.

"Just clean? Not handsome, or dashing, or charming, or,"

"-Irritating, or perverse, or strange, or…"

"Not another word, miss Robyn, or I shall have to punish ye," he said warningly, to which Ashleigh laughed.

"What're you going to do, Jack? Throw your dirty clothes on her? Oh, the horror!" A maid who had worked with Jack, Katrina was her name, winked at the Turners and others behind Jack's back and spoke up.

"Those rags? I think not, Miss Ashleigh, I've had them burned, and that horrid hat would have gone as well for not Mr. Turner saving it." She said, her face a perfect mask of innocence. Jack's face was priceless.

"Ye've…ye've burned me clothes?" he asked in horror. Katrina nodded firmly, pretending not to see the stricken look on his face.

"Of course, M-I mean, Captain Sparrow, they had lice." She said with emphasize. Jack looked outraged before storming back into his room.

When the door was safely shut, the seven people exploded into laughter, Robyn leaning on the rail, while Vivian and Jaq held onto each other for support.

"Katrina, you are, ha-ha, positively wicked!" Ashleigh exclaimed, laughing with the smaller blonde.

"I, oh, hahaha, couldn't, ha! Excuse me, help it!" she gasped back.

"Katrina did you really burn his clothes?" Elizabeth asked, finally composed. The maid shook her head, serious.

"No, but I wasn't kidding about the lice, Madam. The clothes were practically moving." She said with a look of disgust. Jaq sniggered.

"With Vivi's luck, he'll have transferred them to her bed," he said, watching Vivian moan in horror at the thought.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. The night before Jaq and Will, with some help from Jack, had filled her in on the day's events. She shooed them all into the living room, and everyone sat down. Sitting next to Will and Ashleigh, she finally cornered Vivian.

"Vivi, I heard you got a dress, two, in fact, one for the Commodore's party, and another one for Jaq's." she said, knowing that Vivian, sitting next to her son and Robyn, would have no chance to jump up and leave quickly.

"Yes," she said, quickly, getting this over with as soon as possible. "One's green, ones red. Both are pretty, the red one is being worn to the Commodore's party, the second to Jaq's. No ones seen them but Jaq, Anna, myself, and those two," she answered, waggling her fingers at Ashleigh and Robyn. Will looked affronted.

"Wait a second, they get to see them, but the person who's fed you, clothed you, housed you, and helped you doesn't?" he asked. Vivian pretended to think.

"You're right," she said, and Will beamed. "Elizabeth, I'll come by later so you can see them," she said, winking at him. Will laughed, not offended.

After Jack had forgiven them, they spent the rest of the afternoon helping around the house, making sure everything was all right for tomorrow.

The next morning, Vivian woke up feeling good, stretching under the sheets. She felt like she should be remembering something, but couldn't quite figure it out. Then it hit her. The Commodore's party was that evening.

Outside her door, Will, Jaq, and Jack stuffed their hands in their mouths to stifle laughter as they put their ears to the door, hearing Vivian's groan resignation as she realized what would happen that day.

No work, Will had firmly said, all preparations. She was to take her dress and be escorted to the Turner household at once so that Elizabeth could get her ready for the party.

Upon hearing this the night before, she had nearly spat out her tea.

"Doesn't it start at four-thirty?" she had asked in a panic. Elizabeth and Katrina had rolled their eyes and were about to explain, when she put up her hands.

"I'd rather not know what kind of torture I'm to go through tomorrow, and I really don't want another 'How to be a Lady' lesson, because, frankly, I'd rather go to bed then sleep here." Elizabeth had laughed, but had insisted until Vivian had reluctantly had agreed.

Will knocked on the door, then waited for her answer. A muffled reply came from the room, something that sounded curiously like, 'Shoot me now,'

Will chuckled, then called to her.

"Vivian, come on now, get up. Or I'll send Jack in to get you up." He threatened with a smile.

"Alright," came the reply, sounding resigned.

Twenty minutes later, Vivian was washed and dressed, carrying her dress box in one hand.

Outside, Jaq rode his gelding, Will on his bay, and Jack looked uncomfortable on a placid palomino. Vivi put a bridle on her nimble dark grey mare, preferring to ride bareback.

When they arrived at the manor, Katrina and Bertha escorted Vivian to the room that she resided in while at the Turner's. A bath awaited her, steam floating above the scalding water.

She undressed, and wound her hair out of its braid. The next few hours blurred as she was washed, oiled, groomed. Katrina brushed her long hair until it shone, then clipped the thick locks up on her head, while Bertha set out a shift, a corset, stockings, underclothes, and her dress out.

When Vivian finally got out of the bath, (which on insistence, took an hour and a half) Bertha rubbed sweet smelling oil into her skin.

"Why am I being treated like this? I'm not a lady to be pampered, nor a maid to be married off." She asked, complaining. The maids simply smiled, sharing a glance. Vivian's eyes narrowed. Was there something they weren't telling her? Before she could comment on it, Bertha shoved her towards the clothes, putting on her small clothes, then her shift.

She put up with the shift, the stockings, but when they approached her with the corset, she blanched.

"No way. I'm not being put into that torture device," she said, backing towards the door. Little did she know that Elizabeth and another maid Jean had snuck up behind her, blocking her escape. They grabbed her, and the next thing she knew, her internal organs were being pulled and squeezed into (what she felt like) 2 inches of waist.

Vivian leaned on the windowsill, wheezing, trying to catch her breath and talk at the same time.

"How," wheeze, "the hell," cough, "am I," wheeze, "going to," another coughing fit, "breath let alone," more wheezing, "dance?" she asked, ending with another cough, finally catching her breath. Elizabeth laughed, and Vivian stared at her, wondering how she could laugh in those…things.

"After a while, you'll get used to it." She said, sweeping her into a chair and pulling out several different cosmetics.

Vivian sighed in defeat and let the older woman outline her eyes, color her lids, blush her cheeks, and paint her lips.

Her dress was carefully put on and laced up the back. Her hair was brushed again, and split into parts. Two parts were braided then wrapped around her head, the middle part was pulled from underneath the other two parts and pulled through and braided.

Surprisingly, time had flown past, and it was nearly 4:30 when they were finally finished with her.

"Sheesh," she muttered. Vivian studied herself in the mirror. Not to shabby, she thought, craning her neck, trying to see her back.

Then Jean reappeared.

"Miss," she said, earning a glare from Vivian. Jean smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Vivian, but Mr. Turner requests your attendance in the ballroom." Vivian pouted.

"Are you sure you can't smuggle me out of the servants wing?" she asked, whining. Jean smiled and shook her head, leading the obstinate woman out of the room.

"No, Vivian, I'm afraid not." She said, ushering the red clad woman down the stairs and to the ballroom, where sounds of music, laughter, and talk came from the doors. There, Jean gave her a farewell smile, and without a further complaint, Vivian was shoved through the doors.

A.N. end of part one! Now I need to start writing part 2! Yay! So, give me reviews! Cause I will love you forever if you do. Also, the next chapter might take a bit, considering I'm starting high school on Thursday, and my orientation is tonight (Tuesday). Cheers,

Twilight la Fae