George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Unlike the other pirates, he thought about things a lot.
Too much, they said. George thinks too much about things.
Dwells. Obsesses.
He thought about pirates, and how they don’t contribute anything to the world.
In fact, they make the world worse.
Resources wasted on security, weapons.
He didn’t make his sword.
He didn’t make his clothes.
He didn’t make anything.
He lay in his bunk, staring at the wood above him, wondering if the world would be better off if the ship sunk without a trace.
And wept.