*Taymie doffs wretched green hat and straddles chair at adjacent table*
Well well well. Top o' tha' day ta ya, Captain Wake. A place of fyne company(*eyes Jenny*) an' consumable qualities(*scans menu,eyes Jenny again*).
I'm thinkin' a bowl of shrimp bisque, a basket of conch fritters, a spiny lobster, an' tha best rum on the shelf will do.(*eyes Jenny,grins at the cool whip*) An' I'm thinkin' I'll be needin' a dozen raws fer tha' start.