The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy cover a dilapidated, Art Deco-era swimming pool, its turquoise tiles cracked and faded. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of chlorine and... there's this perfect, gleaming replica of a medieval Viking ship just casually lodged in the deep end, its sails torn but intact, as if it somehow sailed through the concrete. Water's somehow circulating around the ship in slow-moving whirlpools, even though the pool's filtration system is clearly long broken. The sky above is a clear, bright blue, with the sun beating down mid-morning.