Category: Talk Like A Pirate Day

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He’d practiced for years with his cutlass, but never got any better.
That’s when George saw an ad for Karate training.
He shrugged and signed up for classes.
After a few weeks, he got pretty good.
He tried Judo and Tae Kwon Do and other styles, too.
After a while, he’d earned black belts in all of them.
“Here, let me demonstrate,” said George happily, and he broke six boards with his fist.
As the ship slowly sank, the captain tied George to the mast with his black belts.

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
When the ship’s captain was away on vacation, he hired a temp to run things.
“The captain warned me about you, George,” said the temp captain. “I’ll keep my eye in you.”
So, after their first raid…
“Sorry about that stray shot,” said George. “But that’s a nice eyepatch you’ve got there.”
By the time George’s captain returned, the temp captain was sporting a new eyepatch, a pegleg, and a hook hand.
“Well that ended badly,” said the captain. “I am not looking forward to his review on Glassdoor.”

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He wasn’t good at love, either.
Oh, he wasn’t bad-looking. And he was always courteous and polite with the ladies.
It was just that deeper connection he never made.
She’d want him to read poetry or go dancing, and he’d try to teach her how to tie knots or tell the weather from the sea air.
One time, he did find a girl who wanted to learn how to tie knots.
But she tied him to a bed and took his money.
And a note: “I love you anyway.”

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was always pacing the deck, back and forth.
“Why are you walking all the time?” the captain asked.
“I bought a step-counting smartwatch,” said George. “I have to get five thousand steps in each day to stay fit.”
The captain smirked. “You could always do that by raping, looting, and pillaging.”
“This is way easier,” said George. “And a lot less messy.”
George walked away, but the captain tripped him up.
George fell and broke his nose, bleeding all over the deck.
“What a mess,” said the captain.

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He preferred the feel of sand between his toes to the wet wooden deck of the ship.
So, when the ship docked at port, he hauled sand from the beach to the ship and spread it all over the deck.
The extra weight slowed the ship down, and it took longer to catch up to cargo vessels that they wanted to raid.
“Fine by me,” said George, laying in a chaise lounger on the deck and sipping an umbrella drink. “More time for me to work on my tan.”

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Long before Elon Musk released “Smart Summon” in his Tesla line of cars, George worked on a similar feature for his pirate ship.
George fired a flare pistol in the air, which signaled his ship to drift to his location and pick him up.
This made sense when he was standing on the docks.
But when he was drunk at a bar a mile inland, well, that caused a whole lot of problems.
Sailing up the street, knocking over market stalls and ruining the cobblestones, and people running away.

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
When he was a kid, his family would paint eggs for Easter and hide them around the yard.
Then, the kids would hunt for the eggs.
Even though he was all grown up now, George yearned for the innocence of youth.
So he painted cannonballs and hid them all over the ship for the crew to find.
“ENEMY VESSEL TO STARBOARD!” shouted the captain. “LOAD THE CANNON!”
“Where are the cannonballs?” shouted the first mate.
Nothing like a little excitement to make an Easter Cannonball Egg hunt fun, right?

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Nobody endorsed him on LinkedIn for piracy, kidnapping, sailing, looting, pillaging…
Anything related to being a pirate.
Every time he requested to connect to someone, they’d decline it.
Nobody on the seas or land wanted to be associated with George professionally.
He tried to join a few groups, but the moderators refused to accept his requests.
George even tried LinkedIn Pro, which told him that a lot of pirates were checking his profile every day.
A lot of big names on that list.
At least they knew his name.

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He’d rather buy lottery tickets than loot and pillage.
And when he did loot and pillage, he’d use his shares of the booty to buy more lottery tickets.
He never won anything. Well, okay, a few bucks here and there.
And that one time that he won large fries at McDonalds instead of the small fries. That was something.
“The odds of you winning are astronomical,” said the captain. “Why do you play?”
“If I lose, I don’t die,” said George, loading the cannon as The British Fleet approached.

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He always tried to be good.
He went to school and he went to church.
George would go to Confession every day.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” said George.
“Yes, George, I now,” said Father Timothy. “I was the one you were sinning with.”
The Archbishop of Boston reassigned Father Timothy to another parish.
George, on the other hand, was accused of lying, and he spent years in therapy.
And then, one day, the therapist said:
“What if we pretend to be pirates?”
And, so, George did.