[Video clicks on, and Lo! It's the enclosure! You can tell that it's the enclosure, because the first thing that Horatio broadcasts are blue skies and white sails. After a moment, he pans down, and it becomes clear that he is standing in a quaint English port town, on the deck of small frigate. The streets and ship are uncannily empty.]

This is Plymouth. Or, it's how Plymouth might look if it had been beset by the plague.

[He pans around, giving you all a shot of the open sea.]

And that is the English channel. Or, the best impression that the Barge can do.

Since I came to the Barge, I've rowed out into these waters a number of times. Taken small boats, sailed a little. The seas are always kind, and the sun is always warm, but it isn't really sailing. Not like being on a real ship.

[He sounds a little wistful, then swivels his communicator around so that he's facing it.]

This is a merchant frigate. It has no guns, and no cargo. It's smaller than the first prize ship I ever sailed. In fair weather - which is a constant, here - it would take maybe eight souls to man this ship.

[And, finally, he has the grace to look sheepish.]

I thought perhaps if enough people were interested, we might sail out a few miles. We could drop anchor somewhere and... [Pause] ...Well, traditionally when times are quiet it wouldn't be unheard of for seamen to get drunk and swim in the sea.

[AKA: Horatio would like to go on a boat, and he is trying to bribe you all with a party.]