The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, centuries-old Portuguese galleon is somehow lodged in a hollowed-out, crystalline asteroid, surrounded by wispy trails of stardust and cosmic debris. Umm, iridescent tendrils of an unknown gas are snaking through the ship's weathered timbers, releasing a sweet, intoxicating scent of star anise and burnt copper into the vacuum of space. The galleon's tattered sails seem to be rippling in the complete absence of wind, while shards of light from the nearby binary suns reflect off the asteroid's crystalline facets, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the ship's hull. It's eerily quiet.