"Well, considering what she really looks like today..." Heather brought out her tablet and flipped through a few photographs. "And what we have in front of us... Did you know it was lost, for more than seventy years?" She recalled the day they found the ship. She'd only been five years old, but it had been a big deal. She slipped her tablet back into the back of her jeans.
She knew it wasn't a big deal to him. He lived through so much more momentous things than she had... She gave him a little bit of a sheepish smile. "It shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, an unsinkable ship that sank because it was put in the hands of some monumentally stupid people, who were greedy, and impatient. And it cost the lives of a bunch of people. But I can't help but be in awe of it." She wasn't quite in as much awe of it as she was of him of course. She still occasionally pinched herself.
Heather turned her gaze back to the gangplank. The long. Long stretch of wood, and rope and nails. Over water.