Year of our Lord, 1642

Where are we, Captain?

I do not know

Have we tried a star map?

There are no stars except a single one

What is this strange device?

Something inside it is spinning, Captain

Let me just try to turn this wretched thing off

Where are we, Captain?

Good Scott, what is that thing?

Here, it says something at the top

“Taured”, Is this a new country or a business magistrate?

I can assure you, it is not

How long have we been sailing, Cooks?

Ran outta space for tally marks

And our rations?

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