George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Most pirates got their sea-legs in a few days, but George had never gotten used to the rocking and swaying of the boat, and the best place to find him was leaning over the rail, vomiting.
Even when the ship was docked. (He hadn’t gotten used to the swill served by the galley, either.)
So, he volunteered for land raids, and constantly asked the captain about a desk job.
“You know, with headquarters,” said George.
The captain smirked, and chained George into the crow’s nest for a week.