The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's heavy with the scent of saltwater, and I can hear seagulls calling in the distance. Uh, a massive, ancient shipwreck stretches out before me, half-buried in the sand, its wooden hull cracked and worn. The sun's stuck in the same position as before, casting this weird, eerie light over everything. Like, somehow, the ship's rigging is still swaying in the breeze, even though it's clear the thing's been here for centuries - there's a faded nameplate that reads "The Eurydice's Revenge".