The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down pretty hard on the hood of a rusty, abandoned submarine half-buried in the sand, somehow still puffing out slow-moving clouds of black smoke from the engines. The air's really humid and it smells kinda like saltwater and... gasoline? Water's flooding in from a gash in the hull, mixing with oil slicks that are creating these tiny, shimmering rainbows on the surface, and umm, seagulls are perched on the propellers, not flinching even as a slow-moving tornado somehow spins around the vessel without actually touching it. The propellers are slowly rotating like they're still moving through water.