I'm mute, blind, deaf, no arms and legs,
That's why they call me fear.

Sailing the 777 seas I sat in silence,
I blew my whistle, silently said goodnight.
To the targets we talked of.

I hope this ship we sail on stays afloat forever, reaching every shore we seek to stay connected. 

Preservation of the things they steal and use to enslave us, reminds me of my old crew as I sink to my old locker.

Configured stars that we knew so well, my old crew and me, some day I hope to see you reach the shore you always dreamed of.

Hold on to those RAM sticks, baton down the floppies, man the giant cotton swabs and drink a toast to yourselves my brothers, Rupu the pirate joker.

Don't forget the dance moves to get your free t-shirt, been there done that, lost the plot, I best me on me way.

Before I go, you know the old saying, X marks the spot, tonight I kiss your spirits
My heart was warmed by knowing you.

Thanks for the preservation projects.
Goodnight, sweet dreams, sailors. I have to stop now before I drench this piece of paper, with the tears of laughter, you take care now, and they can catch me later.