An Unlikely Upbringing
Chapter One: Little Wicked Jacky
A typhoon had struck the British Colonial port city within India that night, and all the surrounding areas. The typhoon was fierce, rocking about the ships in the port and temporarily suspending any naval activity, lucky enough for a family of two soon to be three. As a pirating ship just outside the port town rocked and swayed madly with the blustering, fearsome winds a woman squeeled in pain, holding her stomach and clutching the hand of another man. With her fair share of curses and sweat, a baby was brought into the world. Jack Teague, son of Captain Teague, Captain of the pirating ship the woman and the newborn were currently aboard. It was from the very birth of Jack Teague that the love of the ocean was instilled into him, as sea blood and the life of a pirate was his destiny forever...
It was a particularly hot day some years later as Jack Teague, brushing his unruly brown hair out of his eye, ran inside his small home by the sea with an excited grin spread accross his face. "Father's home!" Jack was at the age where even if his father, Captain Teague, did scare him, it wasn't enough to drive Jack away. His mother, Nima, stood in the kitchen above a boiling pot of water with a similar grin and a nod, pointing out the window with one of her delicate fingers towards her view of the port's bay.
"His ship is around that edge, I saw the colors," Nima moved towards Jack who had approached her, he being only a small child still at the tender age of seven, it had been his birthday not too long ago, perhaps thats why the Captain was returning to their small home with the perfect view of the bay upon a crest in the village. With his mother's warm embrace around him, Jack gave another childish smile, that Nima knew one day to disappear. "Go greet him."
Jack jumped at the chance, but with all his avidity, he always forgot to say goodbye to his mother as he rushed down the steps of the his home and the crest side that followed. But being a child of the sea, a boy of the water, he rarely had his balance on land and as with any other day, along the path to the docks, he had skinned his knee shown from his already torn up breeches that Nima would one day get around to mending for the umpteenth time. "Father!" Jack yawped from one of the docks as his father approached in a small dingy with a wry smile upon his scarred face, a fresh wound accross it. Jack frowned ever-so-slightly, knowing his mother would be displeased as soon as she saw the fresh cut, and worry herself over all that he does in his long absences but she knew that for as long as he was gone, he coud at least stay for a week or two. Jack bartered often with his mother playfully on the extent of each stay. He only hoped he could win some money to bribe the East India Trading Company into letting him work for them, he wanted the money and he heard they paid fairly well and if all ended up right, he'd be with the crew on a ship sailing somewhere to deliver something. His father's tales could only bring him so close to the ocean that he had grown an instant affinity to.
"Run home, tell her I'm coming," demanded with a softer edge to his voice Teague as he pushed Jack gently on the back towards the crest steps.
There was a large amount of discipline that was always in Jack when it came to his father so to no surprise he hurried up the steps to his home, nearly falling again and cursing (words he'd obviously learned from his dad) his clumsiness and opened the door. "He wanted to--"
"He's coming, I know," smiled Nima. Jack, to a certain extent, had always marveled at the way his mother knew everything before he spoke. There were obvious reasons but some were perplexing as well. Teague never told him to do that before, how did she know now? Jack shrugged to himself and stepped into his small bedroom that only held a small hammock hooked to the cieling, a chest beneath it full of his random assortment of "treasure", or worthless junk he found interesting and beneath a loose floorboard his collected money. With a few more odd jobs and gamblings with his mother, he was sure to have enough. Nima wouldn't be pleased to know that at the age of seven her son was already an expert with earning money and cheating people out of theirs, however.
By nighttime Jack had barely the mind to listen to his father any longer. It was so often that he forgot all the work Teague put him to, the captain believed in "tough love" while his mother believed in a gentle touch. He knew why his mother loved him and why he loved her, they were complete and total opposites. With some minor protest, Jack was sentenced to his hammock, and at the foot of it, sitting on his chest of mediocre treasure was Captain Teague himself, with a smile on his face--a truly rare thing. Jack could only smile back.
"Jacky," he began, a pet name that he'd been using since Jack was a baby and immediately it caught on with the family.
However, Captain Teague's stay was short-lived, as he returned to the sea only a few days after he arrived. Nima looked at Jack, who was beaming and handed him over the proper price for her lost bet. "I'll use it well," Jack promised, though he wasn't entirely sure if his intentions of working with the Trading Company, a notable enemy to the family, was the best, most heart-felt intention that he could use the money for.
This was something that popped into my head after seeing AWE for the second time. Yes, it's only been out for four days and I've already seen it twice. Leave me alone, I actually found it amusing. So, anyways, I got this idea and I decided to share. I don't care if the information is correct, I don't care if it doesn't exactly follow some of those Disney issued books, because it's a fanfiction and I reserve the right to not be persecuted for a little mishap with knowledge. Not meaning to be rude. Oh and yes, Teague is going to be Jack's former last name and primary one as told here.
I don't know if I'll continue, so I'd appreciate some feedback on what you think. Or simply a story alert or favorite, that's appreciated as well.
