The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly white cruise ship looms over me, jammed diagonally inside a giant, abandoned volcanic crater - umm, I'm basically in its shadow... Air's thick with heat and this weird metallic charge, feels electric, like after a thunderstorm... The ship's spinning propellers somehow aren't causing any waves on the oil-slick stillness of a tiny, turquoise-colored lake at its base.