Wilhelmina the barmaid didn’t care. She loved George.
Every time George came to the tavern, Wilhelmina loved to bring him tankard after tankard and listen to his stories.
She was completely smitten.
George, on the other hand, was totally oblivious to Wilhelmina’s adulation.
He was also oblivious to his own tolerance for alcohol, and right in the middle of a story, his eyes would cross and he’d pass out.
His shipmates would carry him back to the ship, and Wilhelmina would wait until the next time George came around.