George winds die down

George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.

Out on the deep ocean, the winds calm, the waves are still, there’s little to do and all day long not to do it in.

George would practice with his sword, or tie different kinds of knots.

He’d work on his diction, his “ahoys” and “avasts.”

Lots of chortling, too.

Running cannon drills, loading, reloading.

Swinging on ropes.

The other pirates would watch George and laugh, and go back to drinking… playing cards… whatever they did.

The wind would return, and off on the trail of adventure they went.