At one of those various and sundry islands, somewhere out there.

[He waves vaguely out at the ocean.]

And enough to make drinks from it. Here we are.

[The captain's cabin doesn't exactly lock, but the door does at least close properly. Descry opens it and steps aside, a decent distance, to let Sefton in first. Inside? Well, he didn't use the word 'garden' lightly. The air is a bit stuffy with fragrance, but when Descry moves in he goes to open some of the portholes.

[And yes, there is a soft hum of bees. The hive is in the corner. It's a small one, in a worn old log, but it's there.]