George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
As for finding the nightlife, well, that was something George knew.
After a hard night in the library looking up new designs for ships and sails and cannon, he’d stop by the Church of Hot Wax.
Mistress Suzanne would walk down the aisle, clad in skintight leather and a mask, tapping her worshippers on the chest with the butt of her whip.
“You,” she said to George.
When people asked George about the bruises and scars, he’d say “You should see the other guy.”
And he’d just barely smile.