The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's beating down on a super cluttered, dirty marina, umm, like sailboats and yachts are stacked all over the place. The air's hot and humid, smells like seaweed and diesel fuel, and it's pretty still except for seagulls flapping around, making a bunch of noise. Water's somehow forming a spiral staircase in the middle of the marina, just... slowly climbing upwards towards this weird, giant anchor mounted on a rusted crane, which looks like it's about to tip over. A giant inflatable flamingo is stuck between the anchor's prongs, just... sitting there, doing nothing.