The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of huge, inflated beach balls are wedged between pillars of stacked shipping containers, blocking sunlight... The air's thick and humid, smell of saltwater and seaweed. Like, a massive cruise ship seems to be driven onto the dock, somehow - half the boat's hanging over the water, half is still on the concrete... Echo, c'mon, man, stay awake, keep moving...