A tranquil lagoon with water of translucent aquamarine and glowing white sand the texture of soft flour. Huge stone heads along the slopes of the low hills to the south gaze down at the lagoon in perpetual expectation. Who made them and what they are waiting for none now remembers. Across the lagoon, to the north, the Wild Coast continues for hundreds of miles. To the southeast, around the hills, is a pleasant beach.

A bit further to the west, a graceful sloop bobs contentedly beside a small dock...

On the stern is written:
Serenity
'You can't take the sea from me'

...and from the dock, a narrow trail runs south over some sandy, green hills.
The lagoon continues around to the southwest.