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“The ocean’s out there,” Jonathan Lane probed with a small nudge.
With a slight blush, Charlie Ashton pulled his attention away from the young lady who had caught his eye and shrugged. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I was lost in thought.”
Jonathan shook his head knowingly. “I understand this isn’t where you expected to be, but we may as well make the most of it. It isn’t everyday one finds himself on the maiden voyage of the greatest vessel ever to sail the seven seas.”
Charlie laughed, picking up on the sarcasm in Jonathan’s tone. “God Himself could not sink this ship,” he replied, quoting the often repeated phrase.
“Aye, but The New Yorker might,” Jonathan stated, gesturing at the wayward steamship floating aimlessly away from the docks. “Come on, let’s go over here where we can get a better look,” he insisted, placing his hand on Charlie&r
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