Chapter Eighteen
The first days at sea drew on forever. At least they did until they reached Aberdeen. From there, the voyage would be homeward bound, and he couldn’t wait to see his wife and daughter again. Perhaps it was his good mood, or the fact he’d had, thus far, a very enlightening journey. An architect at one of the two shipyards he’d visited thought his drawings had some merit and even asked if Ian minded his copying one of the designs for further study. But most of the people he’d talked with, both ship builders and naval architects, wanted to push their own designs. One builder had shown him some very interesting drawings for the clipper he was wanting to build, but as of yet had no buyer. Ian wasn’t certain about the viability of his design and told the man he’d consider his p
