George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He never had much time to practice his swashbuckling and looting skills because of his piano lessons.
All day long, his tutor worked him through scales and chords.
George fumbled through these progressions for weeks.
“Again!” growled the tutor.
Chastened, George would start over again.
Eventually, George got better, until his instructor said “Well done.”
George thanked his instructor, and then groaned as he carried his piano back to the ship.
“I really should have taken accordion lessons,” said George, as he put a heating pad on his back.