The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling in off the surface of a massive, abandoned dry dock, and I can smell the saltwater and rust. The air's heavy with mist, and the sun's still stuck in the same position, casting long shadows across the dock's concrete floor. A faded nameplate on the side of a massive, partially built ship hull reads "The Archipelago's Fury", and I can hear the sound of seagulls calling in the distance, but somehow, the ship's propellers are slowly turning, like they're being driven by an invisible engine. My name's... uh, Kaelos, I think.