George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Other pirates had cool names, like Blackbeard and Captain Hook.
George was just George the Pirate.
He tried out a lot of names, but his shipmates refused to use any of them.
“You’ll always be George the Pirate to us,” they said.
Everywhere he went, he was George the Pirate.
Except for one.
George walked in to the Red Cross and rolled up his sleeve.
“I’m back,” he said. “Ready to give more.”
“Welcome aboard, Captain Blood!” said the nurse. “Your usual cot?”
George eased back, and he smiled.