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Teague stood there, shocked, before he regained his senses, "Don't be insultin' to your elders boy."
"Then don't show up to places dressed like a two-bit criminal," Jack said in the condescending tone.
"Jack, go finish your schoolwork, while the two of us have a bit of a talk," Neela butted in.
"Yes mum," Jack replied, retreating inside.
"Schoolwork?" Teague asked confused.
"Work he gets from school obviously," Neela answered, "just leave Teague, we don't need you around."
"Could you at least give me a chance to be a father to-"
"A father is there for his son growing up; you left us when Jack was barely a month old! I had to raise Jack, earn money to put food on our table, make sure he gets some semblance of a schooling, and keep this roof over our heads on my own!" Neela yelled, pinning Teague with a fierce glare.
"I'll make it up to both of you Nee, promise," Teague said as honestly as he could, which wasn't very honest in Neela's eyes.
"Your promises are worthless Teague, now leave," Neela said before closing the door so fast, Teague barely avoided being hit in the face. "That could have gone a lot better," Teague thought to himself as he made his way back to his ship to think of a different strategy for dealing with this.
"Mum," Jack said, looking up from his work as he mother sat next to him, "if that man is my father…why hasn't he shown up until now?"
Neela sighed, "Because your father is the Pirate Lord of Madagascar and a wanted man."
"…'Pirate Lord'? Wouldn't that be an oxymoron?" Jack asked before noting the confused look on his mother's face, "An oxymoron is a figure of speech using two contradicting terms."
Neela smiled and ruffled Jack's hair, "I think you might be right about that; did learn that word at school?"
Jack nodded his head, "Sí, mi madre."
"Spanish: Yes my mother, you're picking up on other languages very fast," Neela beamed, "Say something else."
"Mon père est stupide," Jack said before translating, "French for: My father is stupid."
Neela laughed, "How many languages can you call him stupid in?"
"Including English, four," Jack smiled, "In Spanish it would be: Mi padre es estúpido, and in Italian it would be: Mio padre è stupido."
Neela smiled down at her son, and looked deep into his brown eyes; a haunting memory of his father kicked in, but she suppressed it. Jack looked up at his mother expectantly, hoping for some kind of praise, she giggled before saying "You're going to make a fine young man someday Jack Sparrow, you really will"
Jack smirked before asking sarcastically, "Better than me dad?"
"Easily," Neela answered with a smirk of her own.