George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Instead of training and skill, he relied on faith.
And if offering his loyalty to one god would help, then offering his loyalty to more would help even more.
So, he worshiped all the gods. Every one of them.
And not just the sea gods. Every single god in human history.
From dawn until dusk, and into a good part of the night, George said prayers, made burnt offerings, and conducted strange rituals.
Then, one day, George gave up.
Laying on the deck, bare assed naked, worshiping the sun.