The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rusting shipping containers are stacked haphazardly on the seafloor, like, somehow not getting crushed by the pressure. The water's murky, with a faint smell of bunker fuel hanging around, and the only sound is the creaking of the containers as they slowly, incrementally shift. Uh, a fully intact, still-operational Pelamis wave energy converter is somehow embedded in the side of a underwater volcano, its turbines spinning slowly as it generates power from the ocean currents. The sunlight barely reaches down here, casting an eerie, blue-black glow over everything.