George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
After a long and difficult week, George muttered “Thank God it’s Friday.”
The clouds parted, a light shone down, and a voice boomed “YOU’RE WELCOME!”
The light faded, and it began to rain.
George was left confused, frightened, and wet.
“What the fuck just happened?” said George, shaking and holding on to the railing to keep from fainting.
George looked around, but there was nobody there to ask: “Did you see that? Did you hear that?”
It was just George on the deck, standing there, soaked to the bone.