The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down on a giant, concrete dry dock, with a massive, half-built supertanker just sitting there, like it's been abandoned mid-construction. The air's pretty still, and it smells like saltwater and freshly poured concrete. Seagulls are flying overhead, screeching and flapping around, and the sound of gentle waves crashing against the dock is echoing off the ship's hull. For some reason, the entire ship's hull is covered in perfectly preserved, fossilized orange peels, like they're stuck to the steel.