George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He liked to wander through fields.
One day, George came upon a man with an easel and blank canvas, clutching his head, weeping.
He looked up, staring at George with the bluest eyes.
Mesmerized, George barely noticed that the man had taken his pistol, pointed it at himself, and pulled the trigger.
George helped the man back to town, leaving him with the local doctor.
“I wanted it to end like this,” whispered the man to George.
George returned to his ship, and hung the canvas by his bunk.