2002
On the Santa Maria the whole crew is from Liguria: they come from Chiavari (as you already know, nobody can cheat them!) and somebody is selling to the others t-shirts, some other is teaching them how to use complex, modern sailing instruments, some fix the sails, while the bosun salutes with his whistle the famous chart-maker who is arriving on the pier. Great innovations, for this trip: all nautical maps are copied into a diabolic device, they call it GPS (Geography Put Simply), we hope they find batteries for it in ...India! The surrounding ship's chandlers are really busy with the last supplies: lifebelts are made with rigid Polyurethane, poured into thermoformed plastic rings; but something must be wrong with the formulation, today: the first tester is sinking, and the second does not want to take any risk! Nearby, they are working for the sailor's comfort: the mattresses are made with flexible Polyurethane, with a compact, transportable foaming plant. See how the wind-operated belt-saw? It has already attracted the attention of two bizarre folks, mounting broken-down equines: are they planning something against the windmills?