George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He always felt guilty about the men that his shipmates killed in battles.
So, when the ship docked in London, he’d load a cart with their bodies and take them to Sweeney Todd’s barbershop in Fleet Street.
“I’ll clean them up so they look nice and presentable for their loved ones,” said the barber. “Now sit down and let me clean you up. On the house.”
Afterwards, George would load the cart with dozens of Mrs. Lovett’s meat pies.
“My best customer!” she’d sing, kissing George on the cheek.