But let’s look through the eyes of the medieval seafarer to the modern dry cargo: a ship of cyclopic size that can carry the biggest charks instead of boats. Made of steel, and not some ugly rust, but very high-quality, from which even noble dons would not dare to order armor for considerable money. It is driven not by sails, but by some kind of hellish machine, for which it is necessary to extract some sort of black thickness somewhere in the Saracens' lands deep underground, and also to process it alchemically. To realize all the scales of madness - the assailant of this monster calculates the course of the HANDWORK CELLES (!) And here’s this quiet thing, beyond understanding, good and evil, just driving through the oceans wheat and Chinese clothes, and this, imagine, is quite profitable.