Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean you seem to be mistakening me with the mouse if you think so.

AN: My favourite drabble so far, the prompt is meant as the meaning of an imitation. I hope you enjoy this and I know you might be asking about what falling out Teague and Jack may have had but really, it's up for debate, I suppose though if you wish to ask me what I intended, feel free :) Sparrabeth, but only if you squint.


Up & Down

She'd like to think that if Jack Sparrow was to ever shout into the belly of a cave, that Teague's voice would echo in return.

From the moment she'd witnessed the two together, she'd compared how simliar they really were. In stature, both were slender and slanted every now and again when they moved about. Although Teague's weathered face folded into wrinkles and old wounds, dark, marble-like eyes had been passed from one son his own. And where Teague spun tales with fingers plucking string, Jack did so with a silver tongue, instead.

Still, as alike as they seemed, their exteriors appeared to be the only place where their similarities lied.

'Why do you not call Teague your father, Jack?' His expression seemed to falter as a wave of distaste overcame him before an irritated smile pulled the corner of his mouth.

'Because to be called father, one must demonstrate the qualities of actually being a father.' Elizabeth looked to the other side of the room where Teague lounged on his throne-like chair, strumming the guitar that fit neatly onto his lap. He seemed at ease amongst the crowded room, lost within the melody that he composed with the careful placement of his deft fingertips against the strings.

'You had a falling out.' She turned back to face him to find him staring carefully into her eyes before he tore his gaze away to the spot where Teague was seated.

'You could say that,' he said as his mind seemed to drift off to some place beyond the Great Hall, 'Conflicting views, to say the very least.'

'Views on what exactly?'

'Up and down. I saw the world in one way,' he paused for a moment, glancing down at the brand that stained his arm before a frown creased his brow, 'And he saw it another.'

'But up is down, remember?'

He smiled.

'Not this time, love.'