You're on the deck of a drifter in The Stockings Port. Tiny stacks of russet coloured gems are scattered about and a dilute, sepia fog blankets the area.
You're on the deck of a steamboat in The Pond of the Content. The hue of everything slowly cycles through the spectrum and a little fleet of yachts are gathered nearby.
You're on a dreadnought in The Sector of the Television. There's a vast nothing in all directions and multitudes of ships busily warp in and out of the area.