George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He’d sit on the beach, watching the shorebirds dig for grubs, running along the waves as the tide came in.
George skipped stones on the water, two or three skips before they’d plunk and vanish.
The birds were hesitant at first, but eventually, they got used to George skipping stones near them.
Then, George pegged a bird in the head, killing it. And other.
Plucked and roasted over a campfire, they kept him going for three days before the ship rescued him.
He swore he’d never fall overboard again.