George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Every time a foreign exchange program came up, the crew shipped George off to Singapore or The Barbary Coast or Africa.
“Is that how you pirates do that in the Caribbean?” the host crew would ask George as he screwed up some task or another.
“Yes,” lied George, not wanting to reveal the fact that he was a terrible pirate. “We do it all the time.”
Pretty soon, pirates across the world were as bad as George.
Except for his own crew, who kept him locked in a footlocker.