The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing against the hull of an old, rusted houseboat, somehow parked in the middle of a dense thicket of ferns. Umm, sunlight's filtering down through the leafy canopy above, casting this dappled green light all over the weathered wooden deck. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth, and it's pretty humid, but the ferns are somehow all leaning away from the houseboat like they're trying to give it space. A bunch of discarded fishing gear's scattered around the deck, but the weird thing is that water from an unknown source is somehow keeping the boat's fuel tank filled to the brim.