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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bunch of old fishing nets hang from the worn-out wooden dock, like, swaying gently in the light ocean breeze. Seagulls are flying around, their cries echoing through the still air, as the sun beats down from overhead, casting long shadows across the weathered planks. The smell of saltwater and seaweed fills the air, and somehow the fish are just voluntarily jumping out of the water and neatly arranging themselves into neat piles on the dock, with each pile being a different type of fish. The sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a soothing background hum.