He picked up a minute boxwood rib, his fingers steady despite the late hour. This was the trickiest part—the extreme bow where the lines of the ship defied the natural bend of the wood. One wrong move, and months of framing would splinter.
By 2:00 AM, the last rib of the bow section clicked into place. The fit was perfect. He looked at the ship, then at the mirror on the wall. He saw his grandfather’s nose and his father’s stubborn set of the jaw. L Ve Got The
The air in the workshop was thick with the scent of cedar and aged sawdust. Elias didn't mind; to him, it was the smell of progress. On his workbench sat the skeleton of a 1:48 scale HMS Alert , a project that had consumed his evenings for nearly three years. He picked up a minute boxwood rib, his