Arr, if the truth must be known, Sir, most of yer meal were made by that new cook he got in the kitchen. Ye know, the one with the striped sash.
Aye, I'll go and get him.
Here, this fella be the cook of yer lasagna, William:
Ahoy and welcome to ye, Bloody Davy! Ye've sailed into a mighty fine port, ye have. Yer aunt be a very special heartie to us all here, so we certainly look forward to seeing ye around here, too.
I'll have a root beer. What kind do ye recommend?
Very exciting that yer aunt be makin' ye a pirate costume!
Cheers, lad.
Captain Ciaran from North Carolina (aye, Blackbeard's home!)
Although drunk out o'his noggin', Ciaran notices that no cook goes to prepare William's order. So, Ciaran stumbles into the kitchen and two hours later returns with
Here ye are, William.
And how about some of this
I can read and write Braille, as I used to work at the NC School for the Blind (sighted readers learn to look at the position of the dots, not use their fingers by the way).
Okay, me hearties, I am going to give us a couple new words, if no one minds.
Let's go with this sentence:
Hand over yer money was all that he kept shouting.