My dear ship, Freedom, has come here. I feel more like her father more than her captain's first mate. She's still so young. She knows nothing of the true days of her kind. I'll enlighten her as best I can through my own knowledge, but even that can only go so far. May I suggest that those of you who are also from that time not look down on her for her naive ways. She was only just built, for one. Only had a few years of experience, in modern days. Chastising her for her ignorance will not help her in the least. She takes better to gentle guidance than forceful insistence.
Despite those setbacks, I'd also like to say that she is a delight. She's brought light into my life where I never knew it was dark. Will, son, I believe if you ever were to have a sister, she would have been quite like Free. Headstrong and capable, delightful and shining. In fact, Free reminds me slightly of your mother.
Jack's been fretting over her, treating her as if she were a wilting flower and not the strong lady she has been and always will be. She's a ship, after all. They're built to be strong. And she's no different simply because she's got a body of a girl, now.