The portal rests upon the ocean with the setting sun behind it, The light of the sun bends and twist both through and around it. Creating the illusion of three sunsets occupying the space of one or three or 9, you feel like you must look away, and not only because of the blinding glare. The outer two sides of the portal stretch out to the sides and it converge upwards towards a central vertices, yet as you approach that vertices is not a central point but 9,. Your eyes blur and you feel a migraine as you look upon them, The impossible geometry seems as if it were not made for the minds of mere mortals.
As you get closer many of the crew begin to vomit. The portal lies before you, It seemed transparent moments ago but now almost like a solid mass of a shape you cannot comprehend. Your eyes blur and come in and out of focus, your feeble minds trying to grasp the geometry of the looming shape.
The prow of the Chiron enters the portal. It seems to dissapear and duplicate at the same time, first there are none then three then 9 of the solid oaken beam, the masthead in the shape of a humanoid figure following the same pattern. As the portal approaches you enveloping you, you feel a brief moment of weightlessness.
As your consciousness fades you hear what you assume to be a voice echoing in your mind. You regain consciousness on a calm gentle sea, you see only a smooth horizon in all directions.