The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the metal hull of a half-submerged shipwreck, sending shudders through the rusting deck. The air's thick with a heavy scent of seaweed, and... the sunlight filtering through the water casts this eerie, greenish glow over everything. Fish swim in mid-air within the ship's cargo hold, as if the water itself has somehow developed pockets or bubbles that they can just hang out in. The smell of diesel fuel still clings to the metal, somehow.