George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He wasn’t very good at reading maps or compasses, so when he thought he was heading to Barbados, he was actually heading North.
“Is it getting cold or what?” said George, shivering.
The crew dodged ice floes as they attempted to steer South.
Sleet tore at the sails, and they barely survived a fierce blizzard.
Enough snow accumulated on the deck for a snowball fight and to make a snowman.
The crew bound and gagged George, and packed snow around him.
And they put George’s hat on its head.