Or perhaps it was all a put-up job. There wasn't really a Spanish Galilee at all. It just a cardboard replica, cunningly crafted beforehand by the cabinboy so he could get his evil little mitts on the lovely Captain's daughter. Ha ha, served him right then!

Going back to how feasible. I actually live right next to Hull's Marina. I've got an auger somewhere... Now if only I can attract enough sponsorship...