Framework, and here the boat is!

The day has come: after endless measurements, marks on the keel, and infinitesimal changes to their joints, the ribs are connected to the keel. The reply to criticism of the ones who "didn't recognize" Mast'Antonio's way of working, to build the structural part of the boat first, and then to assemble them to the keel, is in front of people peeping through the gate into the half-light of the cave: in a few dozens of minutes, strange shaped parts of wood are connected to be the "fishbone" of the boat, still staggering and irregular, with the ribs only fastened by long zinc-coated nails, rough "bialà" holding them, but undoubtedly a real wooden boat.
Michele, Mast'Antonio and young Antonio, good-will and oppressed apprentice, drill into the keel, fasten the ribs and riveting the long nails into the wood.

now everthing has changed, what was a lazy job to be done in free time acquires the sacredness of a wait that will only end with the christening and launch of the boat.
Not by chance, the first thing, after the fasteinng of bow and stern ribs, has been to nail a cross to the highest point of the prow, as the old boatwright did, more devout, but mostly more sensitive to supernatural influence.
The wooden pieces scattered around the cave have been assembled, and have become an attraction. Kids' eyes outside the cave are dreamy. Cynical Mast'Antonio's eyes are wet.