George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Once, when George wasn’t careful about some pirate secrets, a fellow pirate shushed him and said “The walls have ears.”
Ever since then, George had been nervous about talking near walls.
He’d only talk to people outdoors where there weren’t any walls.
Or in gazebos. Because they’re kind of like buildings, but don’t have any walls.
Railings, maybe. But those are more like lattices or fences.
The captain watched George trying to construct a gazebo on the main deck.
“I should have been a farmer,” he muttered to himself.