Fred liked to take his family to the islands every summer.
The swimming and snorkeling was great.
And every night, music and dancing and delicacies.
Sometimes, they’d go into town to shop.
Or they’d go to the old pirate towns.
His kids would use charcoal and paper sheets to take rubbings from the headstones.
The more interesting the headstone, the better.
They came across a rather unusual small headstone, buried in the undergrowth.
Fred cleared away the branches, and the kids took an impression.
They could read it clearly:
“George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.”