138 Ethan's Praise and the Capital of Astlands

"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!"