A Pirate Drabble: The Prompt Was "Rest"

I don't hate Jack Sparrow because he's a pirate. It is - it was - my duty to hunt him down and see him hang. There was no personal animosity behind my actions.

Elizabeth finds him more interesting, more exciting than she ever did me. I can't hate him for that. The flaw is in her, that dangerous attraction that was always there, even when she was a child.

Once I was at peace, my life spread clearly before me. I liked my life. Now it's a shambles, beyond repair. I have no peace. I cannot rest. For that, I hate him.

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(And yay! I've kept my word committment for mini-nanowrimo every day so far. Two days to go....)