On August 3rd, 1492, he departed from Palos with his flagship the Santa Maria, the Pinta, and the Nina.
"Although we managed to cross the sea somehow, Maria-sama's fat butt was stranded off the coast of the island named Hispaniola. And at that time, Pinzon, captain of the Pinta, sailed off somewhere without permission. I don't know if he ran off to search for gold mines or what."
"So, without a choice, I have been sailing on the Nina since then. Even on my journey back to Spain. In other words, well, I've been riding her for half of my first voyage..."
"Ah, how to differentiate between a good ship and a bad ship?"
"It's nothing to do with its size, or how much gold it can carry. It's just that, a ship that can carry you to your destination safely is the best of ships, and a ship that can't is just trash. Isn't that obvious?"