George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
And he knew it.
When the captain said that he wanted to talk to George, George’s mind began to race.
What did he do now? How much trouble was he in?
Was he going to be fired, and forced to clear out his bunk, and have to walk past his shipmates in shame?
Or even worse, made to walk the plank into shark-infested waters?
George panicked and collapsed.
The captain sighed, and left George’s teddybear in his arm.
“Fool keeps leaving it in the galley,” he mumbled to himself.