Today I offer my story of freedom found among the dead and a toast to all Cutlass pilots old and new. May you stay forever stocked on duct tape to repair your ship lest you receive this toast. A single bottle Of single malt To toast his love His long lost engine An ambush not won His drive system done May she find a home In hell for leaving Chance of rescue seems grim Though my journey soon ends My lady shall take A new fool to love her When eyes see me again long will I have been a pickled pirate with but one engine ~Old Cutlass Pilot Drinking Song