Captain Jack Sparrow walked down his favorite street in Tortuga. With a bottle of rum in hand and a purse full of shillings in his pocket, he was looking forward to a relaxing night of cards, women and more rum. As he came to the corner a man yelling caught his attention.
"Come pick one of these lovely wenches, gents! Here's one from the Virgin Islands. She may not be a young lass, but she know her ropes if you know what I mean!" The man winked at the crowds. "I ask you, is any man willing to pay ten shillings for her?" Jack whistled under his breath. Ten shillings for a wench? She must be the best in the islands. Jack looked through the crowed. No man stepped up. He looked up at the girl. He couldn't see her face properly in the night but he could tell she was looking close to tears.
"I'll take her!" Jack moved up to the man and handed him ten shillings from his purse. "Come on, love." The woman looked at him with a bit of distaste.
"You must sign this first." The man handed him a piece of paper.
"Eh?" Jack squinted at the paper but couldn't focus on the words. He signed his name and handed it back to the man who handed it to the woman who signed it herself. She gave the paper back to the man who signed it and wrote a few words on it and was about to hand it to Jack again but seemed to think better of it and gave it to the woman.
"All set then?" Jack asked.
"Yes." She replied.
"All right then. Let's go."