George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Every time he killed someone, he’d have nightmares about it.
And then he’d hesitate that much more before he killed another person.
Pretty soon, George was a twitching, shivering mess.
Surrounded by ghosts, he’d fall to the deck and clutch his head, moaning and clenching his teeth.
The other pirates yelled at George to get up, but the captain told them to let George be.
“Just try not to trip over him,” he said.
George eventually crawled belowdecks, back to his bunk, where he remained in a semi-catatonic state.