"Please Jack" the wench pouted "if I ever want to get away from here I'll need to know how to be a real pirate" Jack sighed, this woman just wouldn't get it. She wasn't pirate material! In a matter of fact the only female pirate he'd ever met, that actually was useful, was Anamaria. He tried to learn her how to wield a weapon, but she ended up complaining about broken nails and hair falling loose from its pins. He ended up handing the woman a broomhandle and telling her that only she would be able to wield such a mighty weapon. The next thing he tried to teach her was sailing, that was even worse! If she wouldn't have been pretty, he would have ran away after spending an hour with her. And even though her attitude at shore was bad, it was even worse on a boat. On shore the person she was talking to would be either stupid or drunk, Jack being the second when he agreed teaching her in piracy. Too bad that captain Jack Sparrow never broke a promise, though he was very tempted to storm off as he saw her messing up a perfectly fine rope, or perfectly fine until that moment. Jack had told her yesterday that she would be perfect for the crows nest. She, being naive, believed him and spend the whole evening bragging to an unfortunate bloke in the tavern. "Jack, will you teach me how to copy treasure maps?" Treasure maps? What was this woman thinking! Pirates weren't stupid they never even told anyone where they burried their treasure. If they burried their treasure at all, most spend all of it. "Sure" he answered without even thinking about it, great another thing he had to 'teach' her. He shook his head in disappointment at himself as he grabbed paper and ink. He told her to draw the chart of Tortuga and then draw a cross where she would bury a treasure. She spend hours on the map, but Jack never saw her draw the cross. He had passed out from alcohol.
Jack groaned as he woke up with a terrible headache and he winced when he felt a sharp pain on his right cheek. He touched it carefully and noticed the blood. Jack grabbed a relatively clean cloth and wiped the blood of. He grabbed a mirror and groaned when he saw the bright red, cross shaped scar, Jack quickly scanned the room but he found no sign of the wench. He also didn't see her in town, or ever again for that matter. If anyone asked him about the scar Jack always said that he didn't remember, that was better than getting laughed at. Don't y'all agree, matey's?
AN: just a short story. An idea that randomly had popped up in my head. All mistakes are mine, though the character(s) you recognise are Disney's. The wench doesn't have a name, you can give her a name yourself or you can imagine she's Scarlet t or Giselle. (Or just leave her nameless).