Title: I Hate It

Author: Kristin aka Kiara Alexis Klay

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Disclaimer: Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer has claim to PotC. I only own the soundtrack to the first movie. Like my first PotC fic, most of the dialogue is based off memory, so…yeah.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Elizabeth's POV.

I Hate It

I hate it.

'Lizbeth.

Lizzie.

As if it's too much to spend the extra breath and consonants to say Elizabeth. The way he slurs it, drawing it out as if drunk…which is oftentimes the case considering who it is and his occupation.

All foul, smelling of that horrid flavored rum, elided and stripped and quartered out.

So like him.

I don't know if 'Lizzie' is any better. That one was completely unexpected. I have no idea where that came from, but it seemed so natural coming from his tongue, almost like an endearment if you think about it… but I'm not! No, such thoughts are ridiculous. He was just trying to rile me up, as always. If I were a swearing person, I'd swear he does this just to see how angry I get, for fun.

The man seriously needs a hobby.

As much as I despised it, loathe it, I have to admit it was really sweet if bumbling on his part. He was so obviously drunk and making me an effort to cheer me up in one of my weakest moments.

'My incredible understanding into the female mind informs me that you are troubled…why don't you tell Jack, Lizzie.'

Of all the egotistical words a man could say! But for some reason that was just what I needed to say, and I opened up to him, not really paying any attention with my focus on my pain and hurt at the entire wretched situation. It was nice, to have someone listen so completely for once.

He didn't chide me gently that ladies should not feel this way, or think such thoughts like my father would. He didn't only nod and agree with me in supposed understanding with unknowing condescension, as Will sometimes does. He just sat there, expression befuddled but completely earnest, as if he wanted to be there listening to me and what I had to say.

And then he had to spoil the moment with his drunken innuendos. Just as I thought he was truly noble and considerate…he ruined it.

'I can perform a mare-y-age right here, right now, on this ship, on this deck…'

Then he leaned into me for a kiss and I got a foul smelling reminder that this man was so obviously and completely drunk. He was truly expecting a kiss!

I am an engaged woman, not so happily at the moment, for if not for this vile business Will and I would be married and enjoying married life right now. But engaged nonetheless and he makes improper overtures!

Calling me 'Liz' and 'Lizbeth. Huh!

I hate it.

I hate it, because if I admit to myself and be completely honest, a rum slurred 'Lizbeth sounds much more appealing than a breathy, intense 'Elizabeth'.

I hate it.

-Finis-

A/n: So what do you think! As I have said before, please excuse me if the dialogue is not entirely accurate. Memory is a tricky thing and I've only seen the movie three times:).