The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, orange-red soil stretches out under the afternoon sun, which is hanging low in the sky. Umm, this massive, rusted shipwreck is somehow buried in the ground, with water still pooling inside, like, way below the surface, and its mast and rigging are all twisted up and tangled with what looks like a mess of old, abandoned power lines. The air is super dry, with a strong smell of dirt and rust, and it's still, no wind or anything. A massive school of silver fish are swimming through the dry air above the wreck, just... moving through it like it's water.