The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant cargo ship is, like, completely embedded in a hill, its cargo cranes and rigging mangled but somehow still intact... it's early morning, the sun's low on the horizon, casting this really long shadow of the ship across the landscape. Air's damp and still, smells like wet earth and rust. Umm, my chest hurts so bad, like every breath is killing me, and I'm getting so dizzy... what was I looking for again? Water, I think, and... uh... shelter?