George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was obsessed with werewolves, and he carried a gun and a bag full of silver bullets.
Every full moon, he’d completely lose his shit and shoot everything in sight.
“WEREWOLVES!” shouted George, firing off a few rounds at a lamp.
“Please stop destroying the furniture, George,” said the captain. “But if you must, try to conserve ammunition for real werewolves.”
“WEREWOLF!” shouted George, pointing the gun at the captain and pulling the trigger.
But he’d wasted all of his ammo on the lamp, and his gun was empty.