The Golden Falafel

The ship's walls pulled in close to the machine and the trio standing around it. the planks all about squealed and protested against the strain until they seemed close to bursting with the pressure before just as suddenly as it had began the pressure abated. The ship and men exhaled as one and Frobisher, this time with Hawser and Cabin boy at his back stepped out onto the deck.
The scene which greeted him was, once again, inexplicable. All about were buildings packed close together with arches connecting them and aquifers running from side to side supplying the metropolis with water and shade. This is not to say that water seemed in short supply. Fountains were abundant and the city terminated on three sides at the edge of the sea with ports and quays waving out into the blue like tentacles of some mighty squid. People with olive skin bustled around the streets carrying exotic looking wares. Lording above it all was a cathedral of immense size.
"What is this place?" Cabin boy managed to squeak out.
"There's only one place in the world it could be." Frobisher responded with almost the same amount of wonder. "Constantinople. Which would make that the Sea of Marmera," he began while pointing to the south, "and that" he pivoted 180 degrees "Would be the Black Sea."
"It's just like in The Incredible Life and Times of The Imaginative Sir Shprentzel." Cabin boy added.
"Be that as it may, Cabin boy, it puts us very squarely not in Meta Incognita, again. Hawser, explain this."
"Beggin' yer pardon Cap'n but I not sure a-as how I could." he stammered, clearly both confused and excited.
"What exactly is this thing you have built?" Frobisher asked, still scanning the horizon. "I will remind you that it is most certainly not a pinnace, which is what I asked you for."
"A-as you say Cap'n. I don't rightly know though." In exasperation he went to lean against the wall of the rear castle knocking a number of planks from it. "We did that sweep transition right after you had us open the plans so alls I remember is openin' the papers, noticin' how curious they was and then Bob an' me were sawing and warping wood for a bit. All of the end bit musta' got lost in editin' cause next I knew we was near the straight and the thing was done." Hawser said before looking almost ashamed to have done so.
"Hawser," Frobisher began, "I am going to pretend I did not hear that. As are you, Cabin boy."
"Aye Captain." Cabin boy responded quickly.
"We are not going to speak of this again. Now fix that fourth wall. I am going into the city."
"Captain!" came a cry from the rail. Several sailors were standing, looking over the edge with concerned expressions. "There's a man here, looks like he wants to speak with ye." Said the brighter of the group, the sail maker. "Seems angry."
"Huzzah," the captain said flatly under his breath before making his way across the deck. As he reached the edge more important than the irate looking Saracen was the collapsed timbers, plaster, cloth and other assorted materials which had appeared all around the hull. This, of course, explained the fine view they had gained of the city from above. He turned back to the sailors. "Men, remember, these turks do not speak proper English and will not understand our Christian customs. So once I have gotten rid of this chap you are all on leave for the day. Enjoy the brothels I hear they were amazing during the crusades." He then turned back to the rail and leapt over the side. The man standing there was gesticulating heavily at the ship and the remains in which it was lodged. He spoke quickly in Greek which Frobisher did not even begin to listen to. "We are not here to invade!" He said slowly and loudly. "We will remove the ship in the morning." The man looked at him with mounting fury. He continued to shout and gesture to which the captain simply nodded making "mm-hmm" noises. "We really aren't getting anywhere this way are we?" The man was only getting angrier. In a moment of exasperation Frobisher, mighty commander of the northern seas, pointed to something behind the enraged Constantinoplian causing him to turn before delivering him a blow to the back of his head so hard that he was thrown to the small terrace on the next level down leaving his hat on the ground at Frobisher's feet. "Let that be a lesson to you Cabin boy," he said without looking at the young man who had just dropped down next to him. "it's very therapeutic. When life gives you lemons, punch someone in the face."
"Meanwhile, captain, something smells tasty." Cabin boy said, tugging at his collar in discomfort. The taller man took a deep breath through his nose.
"I concur. Smells like golden brown falafel. What do you say we find out how these Muslims like our money?"

There's part three. You'll have to take my word that they are in the year 1329. It becomes more apparent soon. For part four I would like to be more abstract. Let us have two nouns and a verb. Cheers for all of the submissions. Special thanks to Sarah Moore whose suggestions won.