"What the hell is this?" snarled Arturo Morales, pointing at the ship that had suddenly appeared from behind the cape at the entrance to the Golden Gate strait.
The captain of the boat they were sailing on attempted a smile, It wasn't a successful attempt.
"It's a ship," he said weakly.
"I can see it's a ship! I'm asking once again: what is this? You told me no one had any ships!"
"I am sure no other colony has managed to build a ship. It must be a government ship."
"Government? What are you talking about?"
"I meant the colonial administration. Everyone calls them the government."
"Turn around. We're going home."
"But you said - "
"Turn around! It doesn't matter what I said earlier. This ship changes everything."
"You'll have to move, senor. The sail - "
"Yes, yes," Morales said irritably. Keeping a hand on the gunwale to steady himself, he followed the captain to the rear of the boat.
