George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was always coming up with get-rich-quick schemes.
Lately, he’d been getting into beekeeping.
“Farmers in California pay a fortune to get their crops pollinated,” said George, putting on his beekeeper’s mesh and lighting his handheld smoker.
The ship’s deck was swarming with bees, crawling on and flying around the dozens of hives George had built.
“We can also sell the honey they make,” said George.
The rest of the crew, covered from head to toe with bee sting welts, hated the idea, and they pitched the hives overboard.