George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Compared to the greenhorns that the captain had recruited recently, George was a seasoned seadog.
Hipsters with fedoras, neckbeards, and thick black glasses.
“Pirates are so retro, man,” said one of them, sipping his soy mocha latte.
Another was trying to dance to the crew’s sea shanties. “This is so much better than vinyl.”
Prety soon they got the hang of sea life, and surpassed George’s skills in every way.
So, George tried to emulate them, and failed.
“MANBUN OVERBOARD!” shouted a hipster, rescuing George by his hemp belt.