George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
On Veterans Day, he went to the Navy base and hung out at the enlisted men’s bar, listening to war stories and other tall tales.
When it was his turn, George would tell his own stories.
Eventually, an old sailor would stop George and ask him when he served in the Navy.
“Oh, I wasn’t in the Navy,” said George. “I’m a pirate. But I fought against the Navy.”
George hightailed it out of there, running for his life.
At least he never had to pay his bar tab.