The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glacial ice sheets calve into a churning, arctic sea, like... massive shards of splintered glass crashing against the hull of a half-submerged, ancient wooden vessel. Umm, the air pressure feels crushing, and I can smell the faint tang of salt mixed with something... heavy, metallic, while ethereal tendrils of iridescent mist writhe through the rigging. An Elder Futhark bind rune, Algiz-Isa, seems to be etched into the prow, pulsing with an otherworldly energy as the ship is consumed by the ice – it's been here, intact, for millennia. Stars twinkle in the blackness above the ice's gleaming, moonlit surface.