Ahoy, ye mutineer... or, should I say, new Captain? Har har! Arrr, a shoddy memory, I be knowin'. Doubt ye'd be wantin' to recall it, savvy? Aye, 'tis a fine day fer sailin', eh? Allow me t' gin ye up to full sail.

Behold. This be the full manifest of the crew, and as cap'n, ye be responsible fer every soul aboard. It lists each matey’s name, looks, tale, days in the brine, and the booty they be owed when we plunder or stumble 'pon treasure. But I reckon ye know most o' this already — ye been a matey yerself!

Cap'n, that be all. I ain't lookin' to spoil yer jolly, but one o' our crew be missin', an’ the others reckon he went overboard durin' that tussle with the navy. No matter what transpired, I need to sign on a new hand. Come find me in me quarters if ye be needin' anythin'.

Oh, and don’t be makin’ the same blunders as our last captain! He be still gettin’ keelhauled as we speak.

This here be th' roster o' ships t' steer clear of, cap'n. They be our allies, and riskin' our bonds with 'em be a scallywag's folly!

Just workin' out a few creaks in me bones. Thank ye fer the concern, me hearty. Be this what the scallywags call a 'work in progress', eh?