(staggers up the gangway)
Oh,..... Olaf be here. Tired and torn I return for respit amongst me brothers and sisters!
(holds up a barrel o elixir, opens the spigot and downs a mighty gulp!)
To you me hardys me worries fer you no more, now that the storms be quietin'. Just starting towards normality, when me grand sire be laid low by poor health. With the prospects not good, I drink wit me friends and stand wit me family. Cheers!
(wanders aft in a moment of reflection)