The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's casting a pale glow over a desolate, polluted beach... Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of rotting fish and saltwater, and like, you can hear seagulls crying overhead. A rusting hulk of a beached submarine's got its propellers tangled in a mess of discarded fishing nets and trash, with a massive chunk of some ancient stone monument – it looks like the Moai statue or something – somehow lodged in the submarine's command tower, covered in seagull crap and oil stains. Water's lapping at the submarine's hull, making it look like it's still sinking into the sand.