Disclaimer: Disney owns Pirates of the Caribbean. End of story.

Pairing: Barbossa/Elizabeth

Summary: Hate and regret can lead to bigger things.

Rating: G

Hatred

by WinterPolaris

I am a cursed man.

I am cursed with greed. I am cursed from the pleasures of life. I cannot savor the sweetness of an apple, or taste the slight bitterness of the perfect wine.

But I do feel something. Something inside. I feel regret. Regret that has been haunting me since I have taken that piece of gold. That petty piece of gold, which has cost me to suffer this immortal torture in this living Hell.

I feel the hatred I have in myself. I hate myself for raiding the cave that day. I hate myself for my greed. I hate myself for marooning Jack Sparrow. I hate myself for not listening to him.

I hate how I actually admitted that.

Now I hate myself for feeling something I have definitely not felt in a while. I hate myself for feeling love.

I hate myself for looking at her. I hate myself for losing control, just because she looked at me. I hate myself for her hating me. I hate having to hurt her, even kill her, just so I can be a free man again. I hate the fact that she is the governor's daughter.

I hate the petty little blacksmith who has stolen her heart, just like I have stolen Cortez's gold.

Isn't it funny how hatred and regret go hand-in-hand?