A strange name, almost otherworldly. Plucket? Who is he? A foreigner? An adventurer from a novel? No. Plucket is simply a French privateer, a real one, a tough one, a Dunkirk native. Born in this city of wind and salt, he fought for the Republic during the Revolution. But in Dunkirk, the land of Jean Bart, there's only room for a single statue in the public square. So Plucket fell into oblivion. In another city, his name might have been engraved in bronze.

Here, he remains a hero without a pedestal, but not without a story. Dunkirk is not a city like any other. It's a frontier: between sea and land. Between peoples. This is a city that changed nationality three times in a single day: Spanish in the morning, French at midday, and English in the evening of June 24, 1658. And yet, it has always remained true to itself: a proud, strong, indomitable city. A city of sailors, soldiers, and workers. A city of men like Plucket. So this ship bears his name. Not to recall a frozen past… but to pay homage to those who fight without glory, but with greatness.

And even today, battles are fought here – but these are no longer boarding actions or naval battles.

These are the challenges of the modern world: producing, transporting, innovating, resisting, reinventing oneself…

And it is here, in the basins and quays of France’s third-largest commercial port, that this is all happening. What you are about to discover is a port in action. A vibrant, immense industrial port, but also a port of the future.

Because in Dunkirk, history has never stopped. It continues… silently, between the silos, the cranes, the cargo ships, and the locks. So make yourself comfortable. We’re casting off.