Sails. Masts. Sails and masts. And a hull. And it's a boat. Amelia hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was a navy, because that is a god damn boat.

"...it looks just like an old sailing ship," Gene manages after a moment. "Doesn't that cause problems getting out of the atmosphere? Do the masts retract?"

None of this makes any sense whatsoever.