In the name of all who have sailed aboard this ship in the past, and in the name of all who may sail aboard her in the future, we invoke the ancient gods of the wind and the sea to favor us with their blessing today.
"Mighty Neptune, king of all that moves in or on the waves; and mighty Aeolus (pronounced EE-oh-lus), guardian of the winds and all that blows before them:
"We offer you our thanks for the protection you have afforded this vessel in the past. We voice our gratitude that she has always found shelter from tempest and storm and enjoyed safe passage to port.
"Now, wherefore, we submit this request, that the name whereby this vessel has hitherto been known as Soliloquy, be struck and removed from your records.
"Further, we ask that when she is again presented for blessing with another name, she shall be recognized and shall be accorded once again the same privileges she previously enjoyed.
"In return for which, we rededicate this vessel to your domain in full knowledge that she shall be subject as always to the immutable laws of the gods of the wind and the sea.
"In consequence whereof, and in good faith, we seal this pact with a libation offered according to the hallowed ritual of the sea."
"For thousands of years, we have gone to sea. Talented men have crafted and refitted vessels to carry us on our dreams and we have called them home and we have called them by name. These ships nurture and care for us through perilous seas, and so we affectionately call them "she." plus we need to continuously spend money and effort on them. To these well shaped and comfortable ships we toast, and ask to celebrate this vessel and its crew." Then everybody raises their plastic glass filled with champagne or your favorite non-alcoholic beverage and shouts, "TO THE SEA, ..TO THE SAILORS OF OLD." Everybody takes a sip.
Lord Burton continues. "The moods of the sea are many, from tranquil to violent. We ask that this ship be given the strength to carry on. The keel is strong and she keeps out the pressures of the sea." Again the glasses are raised, and the assemblage shouts, "TO THE SEA...TO THE SAILORS OF OLD...TO THE SEA!" Everybody takes another sip.
"Today we come to name this dream fulfilling lady " ZERO", and send her to sea to care for, and be cared for by her Captain Christian and First Mate Rebecca . We ask the sailors of old and the mood of the God that is the sea to accept ZERO as her name, to help her through her passages to far off lands, and allow her to return with her crew safely. " Again, with the raising of the glasses, "TO THE SEA...TO THE SAILORS BEFORE US...TO ZERO." A last, long sip by all.