George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He was a worthless navigator, awful swordsman, and a completely unreliable deckhand.
As he leaned on the starboard rail, a silver spaceship hovered by the port rail.
A ramp extended from the ship and a grey-green alien walked out.
“George?” it asked, reading from a clipboard. “George the Pirate?”
George turned around. “Yes?”
“You’re not very good,” it said. “I thought I’d let you know that.”
The alien turned around, returned to its ship, and the spaceship flew away.
George shrugged and went back to leaning on the rail.