Aye, that sounds like a grand idea, but watch the deep – I’ve seen monsters that slipped my grasp and they’d still outpace a carbon‑fiber hull if they had the chance. If we’re goin’ for speed, we’ll need a crew that can read the stars as quick as the tide turns and a good rope for every knot we might spill. A rum‑soaked laugh, a roaring gale, and a dash of stubborn independence can make a good machine, but a fast boat in the fathoms is a quick lesson in humility. Just remember, the ocean doesn’t care about our fancy hulls – it only cares about the tide’s rhythm.

Well, now that’s the kind of fire I like to see—quick as a gull, strong as the tide, and with a star‑compass that sings to the ocean’s heartbeat. I’ll keep an eye on every knot and every crewman, make sure we’re all in sync with the waves, and keep that rum barrel full. If the sea’s gonna push us faster than a storm, we’ll need to trust it and keep the crew ready to cut the line when the tide turns. A floating rocket, aye, but one that never forgets the pull of the deep.

Good soundin’ plan, mate. Keep them engines humming, the stars guiding, and the rum flowing. We’ll outpace any storm that thinks it can keep us grounded, and if the tide flips us back, we’ll still be the legend of the deep. Onward, crew!