The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a pretty small, wooden sailboat is somehow steadily navigating through the calm, still waters of a quiet, secluded cove. A bunch of seagulls are calmly flying overhead, while the sail is catching a steady breeze that's carrying the scent of saltwater and seaweed through the air. Like, it's late afternoon, judging by the position of the sun in the partly cloudy sky, and the water's surface is perfectly reflecting the rocky cliffs that surround the cove - and the sailboat's leaving behind a neat trail of perfectly arranged seashells as it moves. The air's pretty cool and humid.