On a bright morning in Seattle, a rubber duck styled like the Statue of Liberty—tiny torch held high—set sail aboard a grand cruise ship bound for Alaska. Perched proudly by the pool, she called herself Lady Quacksalot and believed it was her duty to welcome every passing wave as if it were a new arrival. As the ship drifted through icy fjords, she stood firm against the cold mist, inspiring other ducks to be brave despite the towering glaciers. One evening, under shimmering northern lights, she raised her little torch and declared the ocean a place of freedom for all floating things. By the time the ship returned south, she had become a symbol of courage among the passengers—small, squeaky, and steadfast.