"Afternoon, me hearties," Ciaran calls as he enters the Tsunami Kate.
(tips hat to Capt. Siren) Ye are lookin' lovely as ever, me dear.
Mister Gage, I could smell the delicious smells from yer kitchen halfway down the corridor. Might I have a plate o' the fried pickles? And, since we are in a Southern mood, how about some Jack Daniels?
(turns to stranger) Hello. I be Captain Ciaran. Welcome to the Pub, mate.