The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied chunks of what appears to be a whale carcass are scattered all over a grimy, concrete boat ramp, uh, sunlight beating down through a haze of seagulls swarming the area. Like, the air's heavy with the stench of rotting fish and saltwater, and there's this... really loud, steady creaking noise coming from an old, metal crabbing boat that's somehow slowly, steadily being crushed by nothing, the metal just folding in on itself. A heavy drizzle is starting to fall from low, gray clouds, and the sound of screeching seagulls is almost deafening.