George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was a decent medic, though, so even if he couldn’t fight well, it was after the fight that George shone.
He’d tear strips of cloth to use as bandages, heating the edge of a knife to burn wounds shut.
“We wouldn’t need a medic if we had you fighting alongside us,” said the captain.
Which George tried to take to heart, and he fought as well as he could.
Until the captain was wounded. “Medic!” shouted the captain.
George sheathed his sword and picked up a medical bag.