The U-boat that cast anchor on the silky shore of Albufeira, the crew was dressed in German world war two uniforms, and bathers thought they were actors in a movie.
The captain came ashore he wanted to call Lisbon to his embassy, only the number didn't exist anymore, he had wanted to surrender, his crew were hungry and tired.
A kind barman gave the captain a cold beer, he drank it greedily and asked what year it was. 2017, my god, he exclaimed we have landed in a wrong century.
He walked back to his U-boat a neat man and a hero, the submarine, rusty, like it had been at the bottom of the sea for ages, hoisted anchor, and sailed into yonder