The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying everywhere from these, like, a dozen busted fire hoses wrapped around the stone pillars of a huge, ancient temple dedicated to some long-forgotten sea god. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and seaweed, and it's pretty chilly, even though the sun's high in the sky. Umm, fish are swimming through the air like it's water, darting past the hoses, while a bunch of old fishing nets are somehow stuck to the ceiling, filled with trapped seagulls flapping their wings in mid-air.