[The surly woman with her cleavage on display, wearing a weathered coat slammed her hand on the table to assert herself and grab everyone's attention, immediately speaking loud. No indoor voices from this woman.]

You can call me Rider, or Francis. If you give me lip, you can call me 'Sir,' because I am a seasoned sailor, explorer, privateer and knighted, high ranking officer of the British Navy. Hail Britannia, long live the Queen, and God damn the Spanish~

So! Given my considerable qualifications and accomplishments, which do not include humility or humanity, I will be impressed and surprised if any of you are even half the sailor or brigand I am.

Anything a person does on a ship, I've done it, I've taught it, an' I'm givin' lessons tomorrow morning, eh, after I eat breakfast.

I am a master with a pistol and, not even knowing what most of you are capable of, I am certain I will give any of you a run for your money in a fight, if not leave you like a wreck upon the sand.

... So I'm a good friend to have!

I also like drunken story time, cards and dice.