George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He wrecked the ship for the umpteenth time, finding himself stranded on an island with no food and no fresh water.
He sorted through the wreckage washing ashore, salvaging what he could.
There was some rum, some hardtack.
It kept him going as he assembled the wood and rope into a crude raft.
By the time he finished the raft, another pirate ship was sailing by the island.
George lit the raft on fire and shouted to signal them.
But it was too late. The ship kept sailing on.