With a speed I seldom see outside of commercial vessels, Mr. Ajo approved the change orders as quick as I could get them in front of him. And with each approval, we proceeded cut more holes in the Swiss Cheese that the hull had become.
Maybe he was afraid that whomever was funding this project would cut him off if he didnít move real fast. Or maybe he was just looking for that divine intervention.
Shipyards work in mysterious ways, sometimes.
Regardless, we crammed as many welders onto that project as I felt safe to do so.
Sparks were everywhere.