First time writing a story here, comments and suggestions welcome.
Captain Teague looks up and sees his only child, thirteen year old Jack, standing at the end of the dock. Jack's hands are shaking, most likely due to barely restrained rage. Teague sighs inwardly; he already knows that Jack hates him, even though it has never been said aloud. Teague looks at his bandaged left hand, where Jack had stabbed him a few days before, he then looks up at Jack, noting the bandage wrapping his forehead, "What do you want?"
"…I hate you…" Jack said softly.
Teague heard him but pretended to play dumb, "What was that? I thought I heard a mouse squeaking."
Jack's hands were now curled into fists and were shaking even worse; he took in a deep breath before screaming out, "I HATE YOU!"
Teague remained silent this time as he watches Jack run off and disappear into the crowd. He sighs deeply before saying to himself, "And I don't blame you."
Several years earlier
Teague had stopped in India, a dangerous feat since he is Pirate Lord of Madagascar and therefore a highly wanted man…wanted in the 'dead or alive but preferably dead' sort of way. The reason he was here, was more overpowering of his fear of being captured, he was here to see his only son, who he'd last seen was the day he was born. "Well, technically my son was born at night during the middle of a typhoon…but those are minor details," Teague thought while making discrete inquiries as to where his son and his mother were. Teague was half surprised and half not to discover that the two lived in a small shack in the woods, he walked up to the door and raised his hand to knock when he paused, hearing the voices of a child and a woman laughing within. He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. The laughter stops momentarily as footsteps walked towards the door and opened it. Teague came face-to-face with Neela, a beautiful Indian woman with brown hair that was tied back loosely and had grey colored eyes, which were wide with surprise before narrowing to glare at Teague.
"Been a while, hasn't it Nee?" Teague said.
Neela stared at him for a moment before slapping him so hard he fell over.
"…I probably deserved that," Teague groaned.
"What in the world are you doin' here?" Neela asked as Teague slowly got up.
Teague answered while rubbing the spot where Neela had slapped him, "Wanted to visit me son and me bonny la-"
"Don't you be callin' me your 'bonny lass' Jameson Grant Teague," Neela threatened, emphasizing her point by poking him in the chest with each word of his name.
Teague winced at the way his full name had been said with such malice and before he could say anything, a small voice spoke up. "Mum, who's he?"
Teague looked down and saw a miniature version of him staring back, granted there were several differences like the nose and cheeks and chin…okay the only similarity were in the eye and hair color. "Hey there lad, you got a name?"
"Jack," he replied, his eyes narrowing, "I know your name, but who exactly are you?"
"Jack, I'm your father," Teague simply said.
Jack was quiet for a moment before saying, "You look a bum and an idiot."