This is inspired by the true story of the CSS Shenandoah, the only Confederate ship to circle the globe. Ignoring all the sensitive politics, it's a remarkable story. Imagine commerce raiding halfway around the world only to find out the country you've been fighting for ceased to exist four months prior - and you and your crew have now been branded as pirates.
We dropped through the overcast silent as death
Our twenty pounders trained on the airship ahead
Grapplers sailed across. We stormed over her trim.
The war between brothers ablaze at the Pacific rim.
Her captain shouted at the sight of my raiders,
"You're lower than the worst goddamned traitors.
You've got my ship, but you've still lost your war."
With my sabre to his neck, I demanded more
He tossed me a cable he'd long ago received
I saw with my eyes but could scarcely believe
Four months ago, as we set fire to the skies
Our countrymen fell broken at the Mason-Dixon line
Still we press on... (Go!) Towards the waning sun... (Go!) Our bow cutting hard through the air
Never looking back... (No!) We'll never go back... (No!) Only misfortune lives there.
We hove to on the Australian coast
Took on stores as I confirmed the worst.
Amnesty had fallen all but my crew
Accidental pirates now hunted by the Blue
The ship was weighed off. The ballast vented.
A ship of pariahs no longer protected.
By the flag we still gallantly fly
By the cause for which we'll bravely die.
Soldiers without a nation.
Warriors without a war.