In the decrepit galley of an ancient starship, three scullerymaids aged 30 toil. From the bulkhead, the good-looking captain is watching them with a leery grin. One woman is peeling potatoes, another is washing dishes, and the third cleans the dirty wet floor. They are all wearing heavily used clothing, headscarves, heavy rubber aprons, and rubbergloves of different colors. Their mood is somber.