The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gray-blue water churns and foams, bursting up from the rough, dark stone beneath like some angry beast. Umm, wisps of spray cling to the cold air, and I can smell the heavy saltiness of it as the sound of rushing water echoes off... something. The sky above's a dull, leaden gray, casting no shadows in the eerie stillness - a huge, twisted wooden ship's wheel, half-buried in the stone, somehow appears to be slowly steering the entire rock expanse itself, though it doesn't seem to be connected to anything.