George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He didn’t really make a name for himself as a pirate.
As opposed to the pirate who ripped the heart out of a Spaniard and ate it.
“But what was his name?” asked the captain.
George tried to think of it. “I can’t remember. But he ate some guy’s heart, so…”
“But do you remember his name?”
“No.”
Later, George realized that he didn’t know the captain’s name, either.
George didn’t sleep that night. He stayed up, worried that the captain would rip out his heart and eat it.