"Haha," his voice rang out, rich and powerful, "look upon your work!" He gestured towards The Voyager, her sails gleaming like captured clouds in the sun's dying embers. "Behold, not just a ship, but a dream made flesh! Every plank, every rivet, sings with your skill, your passion, your very souls!"
A murmur rippled through the crowd, relief washing over their faces like a warm tide. One burly man, beard flecked with grey, wiped a tear from his eye. A young man, his hands rough from the tools, let out a shaky laugh. They had not failed. They had built their king's dream.
"You have woven wood and canvas into a symphony of strength and grace," Ethan continued, his voice thick with emotion. "You have breathed life into this vessel, a spirit as restless as the waves themselves. You have crafted a masterpiece, fit to conquer oceans and carve its own legend across the face of the world!"
