George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
It made him very unhappy.
“If you’re so damned unhappy, why don’t you just quit?” the captain said. He pointed to the plank. “Exit’s that-a-way.”
So, George got up and walked the plank, and he fell into the water.
It really wasn’t so bad. The ocean was warm, but not too warm. And there was a gentle breeze.
Treading water wasn’t so hard, and when he needed a break, he floated on his back.
The gentle waves were very relaxing and soothing.
On the other hand, the sharks weren’t.