The great ship began to move into the channel and descend the ways.
By Jove! She’s going to make it.
Hasket grabbed the magnum of Madeira his clerk handed him. Holding the bottle like a club, Hasket shouted, in his loudest voice, “I christen this ship Grand Turk! May she sail the seas with good luck and good fortune!”
Gripping the bottle’s neck, Hasket slammed it into the Grand Turk’s bow.
The crowd roared: “Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!”
Hasket raised his eyes to the deck. Eliza stood there looking like the goddess she was. When she raised her glass to salute her husband, their eyes locked in triumph. Once again, he had beaten the odds.
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