Hi all,

I've revived Billy Bones, and he would like to
personally thank everyone that helped get him to
this point.  He's still complaining to me because
I've yet to get fill his tranny with fluid, repair
his shifter, and so on, but ... well I'll just let
him have his say:

Ahoy maties n' missus.  This here be Billy Bones a
talkin' to ya.  Billy Bones is my name to be sure.
 Though I still be a recoverin' from me surgery,
that infernal swab of a mechanic what calls hisself
Warren has revived me.  Shiver me timbers, two
months o' sittin' idle in dry dock had me fear'd
that I was near to being sent to Execution Dock!
How many a good vessel in my condition have I seen
shipped off to the boneyard.   Makes me shiver just
thinkin' bout it.  But ole Warren, now dense he may
be, but he's square - now square is Warren!  By the
Powers! He wouldn't give up on ole Billy here when
I was down, and so by thunder I'll haul him around
a number o'years for that.  I guess me and ole
Warren'll have to sign articles.

I reckon I'll be seeing some of you lubbers as me
and Warren go keel-hauling across New Mexico and
Arizona this summer.  You keep a weather eye open
for ole Billy.  I'll be sportin' a blue hull and a
white top with some  o' them there South African
wheels and one of them South African grilles.  And
ole Warren's even put a crow's nest on top (I be
thinkin' he says he got it from Gary Lee in Alberta)
ladder n' all!  If'n you see me, why come on over
for a visit, real friendly-like. Check yer cutlass
and guns at the dock and I'll be sure to fetch ya
a drink o' rum or scotch or even a bit o' brandy.
Now you can call ole Warren what you will - he's a
lubberly swab to be sure - but when you address ole
Billy here, well by thunder you'll call me Cap'n -
Cap'n Billy Bones at yer service . . .  Now let
that suffice!

Billy Bones (X, his mark)