George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
He liked to plan raids.
Maybe overplan them.
He’d draw up detailed maps from scouting missions, lay out a model on the table with intricate hills and trees and ships.
“They have working sails and bells!” said George, flicking a tiny bell with his finger.
TING!
He spent so much time planning, thee was never any time to conduct the actual raids.
So, his crewmates would sell his models to museums and rich aristocrats.
“Hey, we’re low on art supplies,” said George. “We’d better plan a raid on Michael’s.”