Fled from Gondor, have ye? If you 'ave, you're welcome here.
I love the tales of our Queen Barûphel, but I can't believe she wed one of them Gondorians.
I work at the docks. Plenty of need for a pair o' hands, ey?
Did ye come by road or ship?
If ye're used to the waves o' the Sea, the Astrasir is a joy to sail upon. 
We're too strong to ever fail against them Gondorians now.
Won't ever tire of the scent of the sea. Makes me feel at home, it does.
Don't worry, #. We're used to outlaws coming among us. Welcome!
We ain't as brutish as them Gondorians claim we are.
Ever seen the red sands, #? They're far East.
Once I saw a great shadow under the waters. I've been trying to stick to the land ever since.
I wish we could have another beauty like Barûphel leadin' us.
Gondor ain't what it used to be. We got Umbar and Gâth-azrazâin, an' Ain an-Ahâr, but up North even Osgiliath's in ruins now.
We long since abandoned the Adûnâim bloodlines. Made us stronger too, aye.
The Corsairs may call us land-rats, but if not for us, they'd 'ave nothing to drink.
I don't trust those Corsairs, #. Make me feel uneasy, they do.
And where've ye come from? Not Gondor, I hope.
Those rats up north call themselves Adûnâim, but we've got the real legacy of Anadûnê right here.
Good day to ye, #! What brings ye to Umbar?
I'd stay right out of the way of them Corsairs if I were you.
Our friends inland think think much of themselves, with their fancy cities, but there was a time when Umbar ruled them all.
We're the real Adûnâim, #. And don't ye forget it!
Lord Sauron is rising in the Land of Shadow. There'll be another war soon, I think.
Keep one eye on those Corsairs, #.