Author's Notes: Wow, you guys all rock! Thank you so much for all of your support! I cannot wait for the second Pirates movie to come out. Jack Sparrow orgasm. Seriously, I was watching the previews during Narnia, and Pirates came on, and I was grabbing my mom's hand, squeezing the life out of it, and slowly sinking into my chair. It seems the winner of the poll is "Where is the rum?" Classic. I think I would have to go for, "But you do know me." Ahh! I love him so much!

Expecting the Unexpected

Chapter Two: Decisions, Decisions

The eccentric captain led Hazel back on deck of The Black Pearl, the sun now high in the sky. She blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light. Jack chuckled and her shot him a look, shrugging his arm off her shoulder. More of the crew were on deck, either scrubbing the deck, keeping watch, or doing other things pirates usually do on a ship. Hazel followed him to an opened part of the ship, where few men were, moving crates around. Jack quickly stopped and turned; she almost ran into him. He stared hardly at her for a few moments, then glanced to his side. "Oy, Barbossa! Get me an extra cutlass, will ye?" She scrunched her eyebrows. Cutlass?

Barbossa walked over to Jack, his face mirroring hers. He handed Jack the weapon, despite that fact that Jack had one hanging on his side. He stared at it, running his calloused fingers along the edges of it, almost as if inspecting it. He blinked, then handed it to Hazel, butt first. She took it in her hand, getting used to the feeling of having a cutlass in her hand. It was slightly heavy but it felt comfortable, and she glanced up at Jack, half-smiling, as if telling Jack that she was all right with this. He grinned at her reaction and took out his. "Now," he began. "Before we begin on the actual fightin', we should go o'er the parts o' a cutlass." At her nod, he pointed to the short, broad blade. "T'is is a blade. The blade is ideal for fightin' onboard a ship cuz a longer sword woul' get tangled in all the riggin'." She nodded, soaking in all the information this pirate was giving her. Jack pointed to the end of the cutlass. "I call this the butt of the cutlass. T'is is where ya hold it 'n' control it."

Hazel glanced down at the weapon, and smiled, then glanced up at Jack. Now that he was closer, she noticed he was a head taller than her, and she, herself, are of average height for a sixteen year old. He was smart, for a pirate. Honestly, Hazel just thought pirates were drunk, stupid, perverted men who killed whoever they wanted, took whatever they wanted, and slept with whoever they wanted. Now, she wasn't excluding Jack from every category, but he wasn't stupid. Maybe slightly out there, but definitely not stupid.

"Now," Jack said, putting his own cutlass away. "I'll teach ye how ter stand properly." Without waiting for her consent, Jack swayed behind Hazel and bent down, spreading out her feet so they were shoulder length apart. Taking his right hand, he tapped the back of both of her knees so they bent slightly. Ignoring her protests, he placed both his hands on the back of her sides and pinched so Hazel stood up straight. Then, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders and pushed down, so she looked more relaxed. Finally, he walked in front of her and took her chin within his fingers, and brought it up. "That's 'ow you stand when you fight," he murmured, studying her.

Again, Hazel blushed at the close proximity and Jack grinned, taking a step back. "There we go." He smiled in pride at her stance, then said, "Now, that ye know how ter stand, we'll work on yer footing. After that, I'll teach ye how ter defend, attack, and all the other good stuff that comes along with fightin'."

Hazel snorted. "I know how to fight," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders. "Just not with a weapon."

Jack rose his brow. "Oh really. With what, then?"

"My fists."

"And how would a pretty girl like you know how to do tha'?" he asked keenly, tilting his head to the side and waving his hands around.

Hazel smirked, getting back in her stance. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Captain."

After a few hours, Jack had taught her the basics of how to fight with a cutlass. Hazel was very good at blacking an attack, and okay at attacking. However, the thing she needed to work on was her footwork. Not very graceful, she tripped a few many times, getting bruises on her backside, thighs, and elbows. During that time, she had learned that despite the fact that Jack thought he was God's gift to the world, he had a good heart. It seemed that killing would be his last priority in anything, and that he would never lay a finger on a woman in a violent way. Unless, of course, that was the way she liked it. He was crude, egocentric, and tipsy but Hazel found that, not only was she attracted to him, she admired him as well.

"'s surprising," he said, as he began to take off his shirt. Hazel couldn't help but let her green-hazel eyes linger on his toned torso. It's so flat I could eat off it… She also noticed the scars and bullet wounds and pouted her lips, not being able to help the sympathy that flooded over her. "What?" she asked, fighting with her eyes and was able to meet his chocolate eyes. He seemed to know that she was studying him and his eyes danced with mischievousness, to which she rolled her eyes at.

"You're a fast learner, luv," he said, then got into stance. "Now, try and disarm me, savvy?"

Hazel nodded, getting ready, your brows furrowed with determination. "Savvy." She stepped forward, trying to remember everything Jack had taught her, especially about footwork. Jack imitated her, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She circled a few times, then chose to attack him. Jack easily dodged her attack, clanging his cutlass with yours. Again she circled and again she attacked, only to have the same thing happen. Jack's grin was cheeky, and seriously began to annoy her. Hazel wanted to slap it off his face. Again, she attacked but Jack blocked her and disarmed her so fast that she lost her balance, tripped over herself, and fell flat on her back. Jack and the onlookers chuckled with amusement. She turned red as Jack walked up to her. "Don't get blinded by emotion, luv. Emotion cuts into you deeper than a cutlass. Emotion will blind you so ye think ye can achieve anything. Emotion will be the death of ye." He offered her a hand but she got up herself, blinking back tears of pain. Her neck ached, her back ached and her head ached, all like a mother. She breathed a deep breath, let it out, and turned to face Jack, grabbing her cutlass and getting into a stance.

Jack chuckled, putting away his cutlass. "Not now, luv. Yer too angry. Maybe tomorrow once you've cooled off." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why don't you go and make yer room all nice? Get acquainted with it?"

Anger flooded within Hazel and she burned with rage. She bit your tongue hard, restraining herself from going off on him. She was sixteen now, she was mature. He was her captain, he deserved respect. Hazel dropped her shoulders and glared daggers at Jack, turning around and stalking, although mildly, off to her new room. Once there, she slammed the door, placed the cutlass in a corner, grabbed the pillow that was tossed carelessly onto the forest green cot, and pushed it up to her face, screaming into it. She sat on the cot, almost losing balance again, and slammed the pillow down. Kicking off her shoes, she leaned back into the cot, and without warning, began to cry. Maybe it was the fact that Jack and the crew were annoying her, maybe it was because she was frustrated at the lack of respect she was receiving from everyone… or maybe… maybe it was because her wish came true. I get this life isn't for me! she thought as silent tears ran down her hot face. I just wanna go home! I won't take it for granted anymore…

A knock made Hazel immediately wipe her tears away with the back of her hand. She sat up slightly as soon as the door opened. Jack walked in, his shirt on, his cutlass hanging from his side. His look wasn't cheeky but slight curious. Shutting the door, he turned, walked over to where she was lying, and kneeled down, silently staring intently at her. Hazel stared back, knowing he knew she'd been crying. Pirates don't cry, dammit, she thought bitterly. Not that I intend to become one, but you've gotta learn to be tough. With this life, you've gotta work for things. "I'm sorry," she said through clenched teeth. "You're right about the emotion thing, and I'm sorry I stalked off." She forced a half-grin, folding her hands over her stomach. "I appreciate you teaching me how to do that."

Jack smiled at hazel's sincerity. "You can't always get yer way, luv," he murmured to her, idly playing with her hair. She let him, silently enjoying the feeling his fingertips through her hair made her feel. "'Specially not on me ship. Looks can only get ye so far." She softly smiled, shutting her eyes. "Tortuga's coming up in a few hours, and the closest port is Port Royal. I need ye ter tell me now, if piracy is the way ye want yer life. Now, I understand if you object ter it, and I'd be happy ter drop you off at Port Royal. However, if you choose to stay aboard my ship, I need yer respect, yer trust, and yer loyalty. Would you like time ter think about it?"

Hazel opened her eyes, glancing at him. After a moment of staring into his eyes, she shook her head. She knew she had to stay. Jack was the first person she met here that she actually admired. Hazel didn't trust him yet, but her loyalty for him was growing do to adoration. She wished for this life… not a predictable life at Port Royal. Piracy was her miracle. It was unpredictable and thrilling, with so much to learn. And thinking about the scene she had caused, she needed to shape up her priorities. To tone down her high-maintenance. To make herself strong. To grow herself up. she smiled at Jack. "No, I actually don't, Jack. I'd like to stay aboard and learn the ways of a pirate."

He grinned. "I knew you'd say tha'."

Hazel furrowed your brow. "How so?"

"Cuz yer different 'azel," he whispered, almost huskily. "Ye seek the adventure when all the women I know are runnin' from it." He grinned, then added, almost to himself, "Either that or they try to come as close to adventure as they can with me."

Hazel laugh. "Must I hear about your love life?"

"Who said anything' 'bout love?" Jack asked. "Bein' a pirate on the sea leaves men a lil' unsettled in… tha' area…"

"No more!" she exclaimed, laughing. "Okay, I get it. You and your crew have your little sexcapades, I get it. I don't need the details!"

Jack chuckled, untangling his fingers from her hair. "Now that yer cooled down, would ye like to try and disarm me again?" She nodded, following Jack out of her new room.

Soon, Hazel was much better at controlling her emotions, as well as her attacks, defends, and footwork. Granted, she wasn't the best at fighting, but she was getting there. Hazel treated Jack with the respect that he deserved, despite the fact that he was being annoying and a complete egomaniac. After a few hours, the sun was slowly setting and she, and even Jack, were beginning to tire. "Oy, Capt'n!" a voice called out. "Supper's ready!"

Jack grinned, putting away his cutlass. "That be Bootstrap Bill. Cook's the best food in the Caribbean." He glanced at her and smiled, seeing her breathing slightly rapid. "Good 'ork today, luv. Come a long way from the high class girl I met this morning."

Hazel grinned and stuck out her tongue. "I'm still that high class girl, Jack. I just know how to fight now."

Author's Notes: So what'd you think? Again, anything you can say in a review will be enjoyed. Yes, even flames. So please, it'll take five minutes of your life, at the most, to tell me what you think. Or answer the poll. But please do, and you'll have good karma! Okay? Okay! Random poll: What movie are you looking forward to watching in a theatre?