is Plymouth as it was in the 17th century: it is a centuries-old
Wampanoag homesite, a welcoming bench covered in furs, bluefish
roasting slowly over an bed of hot coals, and a man dressed in traditional
deerskin clothing. It is townspeople speaking the poetic language
of Shakespeare's England, the sharp smell of gunpowder during a
military drill, the sound of laughter around a glowing hearth and
the salty breeze blowing across a wooden ship's deck.