George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Where other pirates were content to drink grog and rum until they passed out, George would sip his imported beers and keep track of them in his beer diary.
Every time the captain set course to a new port to raid and plunder, the crew would get excited at the prospect of loot and treasure, while George would research the local microbrews.
“I hear they make a good pale ale there,” George would say.
“Not any more,” said the captain, pointing to the port’s tavern, which was on fire.