Welcome aboard, y' scurvy dog! I knew there had t' be a story behind that name o' yers...
Put yer seabag o'er there in th' corner. Ray's little monkey'll be guardin' it fer ya.
That little bit o' gold in yer pocket's what Ray has 'is eye on, mate. If'n ye throw a couple pieces in his direction, it'll keep 'im happy as well as th' rest o' th' group that'll be in shortly t' welcome ye.
RAY! A rum for me and me new thirsty friend here. Put it on his tab, eh?
When we're done wit' th' drinkin', methinks thar be a deck or two what needs swabbin' 'round here. If'n I can remember by th' time we're done, that is!