ClubFloyd Transcript: Sunset Over Savannah by Ivan Cockrum

As played on ifMUD on January 20, 2008

The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction.

Below is a transcript of Sunset Over Savannah, written by Ivan Cockrum. Sunset Over Savannah was originally released as part of the 1997 IF Comp, where it took sixth place. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki.

WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page.


ToyShop & Floyditorium
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Toyshop and Floyditorium
Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM."
You can see: green button, banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, clicker, cloak, tic-tac-toe, thermometer, yellow button, waldo whisper object, checkers board, Werewolf rules, bunny burger, grape, specimen jar, signaling device, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, Gak, Autohugger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, orange, jukebox, Gene Ray, FREE DONUTS machine, long-stemmed red rose, dfan's quest, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, monkey guru, cork nut, jellybean, mind chess, the 'hey there, playerfish!' cube, apple, a zorkmid, storyharp, ClubFloyd Suggestions, save button, soda reading 'Don't drink me!'
Players: Waldo, Floyd, Jacqueline
Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge)

Tale arrives, full of funk, but no fun.
DavidW arrives, full of fun and funk.
Jacqueline hollers, "Ten minutes until ClubFloyd. We're playing Sunset Over Savannah at the top of the hour."
Nitku arrives, full of neither funk nor fun.
DavidW says, "Incidently, mds and I played this one together about a year ago."
Nitku kicks the banana machine, but nothing happens.
inky says (to DW), "oh yeah, I remember that"
DavidW says, "I should see if I have any notes filed away for it."
DavidW says, "The puzzles can be a bit difficult, but the payoffs are wonderful."
Tale kicks nitku, but nothing happens.
Nitku exclaims, "I'm not a banana machine!"
DavidW says, "hm. no notes filed. I suppose if I have any, they're in my box of unfiled notes."
Jacqueline asks, "Are we in for something fairly difficult?"
DavidW says, "I think so."
DavidW says, "But very rewarding."
Jacqueline says, "Eep. That's coming from *you*. Yikes."
Tale pulls on nitkus hair.
DavidW says, "Parts of the game are forgiving. Some puzzle pieces respawn when they would otherwise be lost forever."
Jacqueline says, "Interesting."
DavidW says, "There's a lot that's interesting in this game."
K-Y arrives, full of neither funk nor fun.
Jacqueline asks, "Everyone ready?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load savannah"
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Floyd |

Floyd | Sunset Over Savannah
Floyd | by Ivan Cockrum
Floyd | Contest Release 1.0, 9/30/97.
Floyd |
Floyd | You follow the sand-strewn brick beach path for the last time, your
Floyd | thoughts a jumble of pleasant memories and angst-filled anticipation.

Floyd |
Floyd | The past week has been a formless, blissful oasis of peace in your
Floyd | otherwise hectic, demanding life.  You spent it alternately exploring
Floyd | the cool shade of historic downtown Savannah and basking in the warm
Floyd | southern sun.  Today is the last day of your vacation and the sun is
Floyd | setting fast, painting the sky with a breathtaking palette of pastel

Floyd | colors.  Tomorrow you'll be back in the office:  answering phones,
Floyd | writing memos, and painfully plotting every moment of your waking life
Floyd | for the next month.
Floyd |
Floyd | This short liberty has given you an unexpected sense of perspective on
Floyd | your life.  You've decided that you hate your job.  Though the

Floyd | realization came as no surprise, you were slightly shocked to discover
Floyd | exactly how much you hate your job.  It's not so much the work itself,
Floyd | as the way it's slowly, subtly insinuated itself into your soul.  It
Floyd | fills your thoughts and subverts your energies.  You feel you haven't
Floyd | created anything decent in months, possibly even years.
Floyd |

Floyd | In fact, you're of half a mind to quit.  You've got enough cash in the
Floyd | bank for an extended vacation, and with your skills, finding work will
Floyd | never be an issue.  You could even dedicate some time to pursuing your
Floyd | creative interests.  The only real obstacles are your own inertia and
Floyd | an overblown sense of loyalty that goes unreciprocated anyway.  It
Floyd | feels like all you'd need is a little more convincing that there's

Floyd | something more to life than constant, mind-numbing labor.
Floyd |
Floyd | Caught as you are between reverie and dread, you barely notice as your
Floyd | freshly callused feet carry you to the foot of the boardwalk...
Floyd |
Floyd | Sunset Over Savannah

Floyd | An Existential Vacation, by Ivan Cockrum
Floyd | Copyright (c) 1997, all rights reserved.
Floyd | Contest Release 1.0, 9/30/97.
Floyd | This version is for the '97 IF Contest only.  Please do not
Floyd | distribute.
Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System.

Floyd |
Floyd | Type INFO to learn about the game or its author.  Type HELP for online
Floyd | hints.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads

Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.

Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your stomach grumbles at the sight of the boiled peanut sign.  You
Floyd | realize that, in your agitated state, you've completely forgotten to
Floyd | eat dinner.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
* Emerald has joined the channel.
inky says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x it"
Floyd | It's a lovely clam shell.  The outer surface is almost pure white,
Floyd | while the inner is lined with bright, silvery mother of pearl.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "listen to it"
Floyd | The clam shell isn't substantial enough to make much noise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald arrives, full of funk, but no fun. DavidW says, "I remember several shells in this game. You'll find more."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a clam shell.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | The snack bar must be what the sign on the stairs was pointing to.
Floyd | Your stomach rumbles again at the thought of food.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted

Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind the counter, a vendor is busily locking things away for the
Floyd | night.
Floyd |

Floyd | The vendor sees you approaching and throws a welcoming nod in your
Floyd | direction, followed by a rhetorical sounding "Hey, how's it going?"
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about peanuts"
Floyd | He looks up from his work.  "They're definitely an acquired taste.  I
Floyd | still prefer to peel the husks."
Floyd |
Floyd | The vendor sweeps the patch of floor behind the counter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "buy peanuts"
Floyd | You clear your throat to get the vendor's attention before asking,
Floyd | "Pardon, could I have some peanuts?"  "Oh, sure," says the vendor.  "I
Floyd | think I've got a few left...  yup, you're in luck.  I'm closing up for
Floyd | the night.  Another few minutes and I woulda tossed 'em."  He takes a

Floyd | pot holder from beneath the counter and uses it to grab a wireframe
Floyd | sieve resting in the boiler.  He bends over the boiler, and as he
Floyd | does, a small steel key slides out of his shirt pocket and falls into
Floyd | the bubbling water.  Using the sieve, he scoops up the bobbing
Floyd | peanuts.  He waits a moment while the sieve drains, and then dumps the
Floyd | peanuts into a brown paper sack.  You dig a dollar out of your pocket

Floyd | and hand it over, and he in turn hands you the sack of peanuts.
Floyd | Apparently, he hasn't noticed his missing key.
Floyd |
Floyd | The vendor sings a few lines of "Yellow Submarine" as he wipes down
Floyd | the counter.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Tale asks, "No driver needed?"
Tale says (to Floyd), "sing along"
Floyd | I don't know the word "sing".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says, "feel free to do some stuff"
inky says, "I just wanted to get some peanuts, since that's what the intro of the game said to do"
DavidW says, "I think we're mostly safe without a driver. But there's one part that's underwater that we'll definitely want to save first for."
DavidW says, "yeah, get the peanuts."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell man about key"
Floyd | I don't see any man here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "oh, wait, you have 'em. Hope everyone noticed the bit about the key."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tell vendor about key"
Floyd | It occurs to you that you ought to keep that bit of information to
Floyd | yourself.  If the vendor recovers the key, you may not get another
Floyd | chance to acquire it.

Floyd |
Floyd | The vendor jerks his head sharply right, then left, issuing an
Floyd | uncomfortably loud crack each time.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "eat peanuts"
Floyd | This southern delicacy is still something of an oddity to you.  Some
Floyd | locals actually eat the entire peanut, husk and all.  Never one to
Floyd | pass up a new experience, you pluck a peanut from the sack and pop it
Floyd | into your mouth.  The husk crunches soggily between your teeth,

Floyd | revealing the pulpy fruit inside.  You queazily suspect that a large
Floyd | bug would share the same texture.  But despite that...  it doesn't
Floyd | taste bad.  In fact, boiled, the peanuts taste a lot like black eyed
Floyd | peas.  You try another, this time removing the husk.  Yes, it's quite
Floyd | tasty, so you eat a few more.  They're so rich though, that it doesn't
Floyd | take many at all to quell your hunger.  Thankfully, your stomach has

Floyd | stopped its rumbling, and there are still plenty of peanuts left in
Floyd | the sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The vendor bends down and slams a cupboard somewhere behind the
Floyd | counter.
Floyd |

Floyd | Suddenly, the vendor pulls a white plastic bucket from beneath the
Floyd | counter.  To your surprise, he spills it out over the railing before
Floyd | locking it away again.  "Ah, just about done," he says to no one in
Floyd | particular.  "Just have to dump the peanut water and I'm outta here."
Floyd | He grabs the sieve from the boiler and sets it on the counter.  "Hey,
Floyd | would you lend me a hand here?  I'd really appreciate it."

Floyd |
Floyd | (You sense that the vendor is waiting for a 'Yes' or 'No' answer.)  >
Jacqueline says, "But it's not ours! How dishonest!"
Jacqueline says, "The key, that is."
inky says, "well, we want to start a new career -- maybe it's as a burglar"
inky says (to Floyd), "yes"
Floyd |
Floyd | "Thanks!"  With your help, the vendor lifts the boiler pan off its
Floyd | foundation and muscles it to the railing.  He calls out, "Anybody down
Floyd | there?"  In an aside to you he says "Don't worry, we only toss out

Floyd | stuff that's edible.  It all gets eaten by the birds and the crabs.
Floyd | Everything else goes to the dump or gets recycled."  He turns back to
Floyd | the railing and, having received no response from below, yells "Ok,
Floyd | boiling water coming down!"  and leads you in tipping out the boiler.
Floyd | The boiling water cascades down into the sand, filling the air with
Floyd | billowing clouds of steam.  Then, the vendor sets the empty boiling

Floyd | pan back on its base and folds down the lid.  He reaches beneath the
Floyd | counter and withdraws a sturdy looking clamp, which he uses to fix the
Floyd | lid in place.  "Welp, that's it for me.  Thanks much for the help.
Floyd | See ya!"
Floyd |
Floyd | With that, the vendor steps out from behind the counter and sets his

Floyd | feet toward the center of the pavilion to the north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "A review mentioned that stuff like that'll happen and break the mood, so..."
inky asks, "so, what I guess he just dumped the water and the key out?"
inky says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.

Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a sieve.
Floyd |
Floyd | The boiled peanut vendor is here, apparently on his way home for the
Floyd | night.
Floyd |

Floyd | The vendor exits the area and saunters north into the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "get sieve"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "look in boiler"
Floyd | It's closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "open boiler"
Floyd | You try to pull the clamp off with your bare hands, but it's anchored
Floyd | too securely.  There must be some trick to getting it off.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "x clamp"
Floyd | It's a thin, sturdy, triangle of steel.  The open end of the triangle
Floyd | holds the boiler's lid tightly in place by pinching it against the
Floyd | thin bar that runs around the lip of the boiler.
Floyd |

Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "move bar"
Floyd | Which bar do you mean, the snack bar, or the boiler?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "boiler"
Floyd | You can't move the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "pull bar"
Floyd | Which bar do you mean, the snack bar, or the boiler?

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "boiler"
Floyd | It seems to be firmly attached.  There must be some special trick to
Floyd | removing it.

Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "pull clamp"
Floyd | Pulling the clamp doesn't have any effect.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "push clamp"
Floyd | Pushing the clamp doesn't do anything.
Floyd |

Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "turn clamp"
Floyd | Turning the clamp doesn't have any effect.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says, "ok, I dunno, maybe we're not supposed to get it open"
DavidW says, "I think this gets solved later."
DavidW says, "You need something or other."
Jacqueline asks, "Should we go look for the key?"
inky says, "yeah"
DavidW says, "Look for the key. Walk around to get a feel for the lay of the land, as it were."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while

Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says, "we dumped it over the railing"
Jacqueline says, "Right."
inky says, "I am not sure where that is but if we circle around I expect we'll find it"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | If you want to jump out of the pavilion, just say so.  Otherwise,
Floyd | there is no way down.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x enclosure"
Floyd | It's a red brick enclosure that houses the pavilion's rest rooms.
Floyd | It's only about twice your height, and it looks like there's plenty of

Floyd | space between the top of the enclosure and the pavilion's canopy.  Two
Floyd | matching doors in the nearest wall are shut.  Hung between them is a
Floyd | bronze plaque.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plaque"
Floyd | The plaque commemorates Tybrisa Pavilion II.  You learn that the
Floyd | original Tybrisa Pavilion, built in 1891, played the role of dance

Floyd | hall, bandstand, and general tourist attraction, and at one time was a
Floyd | popular stop on the Big Band circuit.  It served the local community
Floyd | for over three quarters of a century before burning down in 1967.
Floyd | Curiously, Tybrisa Pavlion II wasn't built until 1996, nearly 30 years
Floyd | after the original's destruction.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read plaque"
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | The plaque commemorates Tybrisa Pavilion II.  You learn that the
Floyd | original Tybrisa Pavilion, built in 1891, played the role of dance

Floyd | hall, bandstand, and general tourist attraction, and at one time was a
Floyd | popular stop on the Big Band circuit.  It served the local community
Floyd | for over three quarters of a century before burning down in 1967.
Floyd | Curiously, Tybrisa Pavlion II wasn't built until 1996, nearly 30 years
Floyd | after the original's destruction.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x doors"
Floyd | The twin doors lead to the pavilion's rest rooms.  Both doors are
Floyd | closed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open door"
Floyd | You can't.  The rest room doors are both locked.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Fang arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. inky says, "if only we had that key"
Fang asks, "What game are we playing?"
inky says, "Sunset over Savannah"
inky says, "hmm, I have an idea"
inky says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted

Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "jump out"
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "To save time, I'll say that these doors don't open. We don't need to _enter_ the enclosure."
inky says (to Floyd), "jump"
Floyd | You throw your arms skyward and leap into the air.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | If you want to jump out of the pavilion, just say so.  Otherwise,
Floyd | there is no way down.
Floyd |

Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger arrives, full of funk, but no fun.
inky says (to Floyd), "jump out of pavilion"
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "jump out of the pavilion"
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "LAME"
inky says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Fang says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd | You pause for a moment to take stock of your physical condition.

Floyd | You're feeling quite fit and healthy after your week of relaxation and
Floyd | exercise.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of

Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "ok, I dunno"
Fang says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sack of peanuts, and a sieve.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier

Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the

Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x sand"
Floyd | The beach stretches quite a ways north and south of you, before

Floyd | curving out of sight around the contours of Tybee Island.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from walking off the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.

Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back

Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man jerks and then begins reeling in line furiously.
Floyd | Apparently he's had a bite.  The battle between man and nature begins!
Floyd | He lets out a bit of line, giving his catch some play, and then
Floyd | resumes reeling.  The struggle continues until, at last, the line goes
Floyd | slack.  The old man reels and reels, peering over the railing with
Floyd | anticipation until his catch is revealed to be... a shrimp.  He glares

Floyd | with disgust at it for a moment before removing it from his line and
Floyd | tossing it over his shoulder, where it lands at your feet.  He then
Floyd | expertly ties a new lure and recasts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x fountain"
Floyd | It's a waist high silver cabinet with a metal basin on top, just like
Floyd | all the other fountains you've ever seen.

Floyd |
Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the
Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing.  The old man jerks in surprise
Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Tale says (to Floyd), "x shrimo"
Floyd | I don't know the word "shrimo".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "eat shrimp"
Floyd | You look with trepidation at the live, wriggling shrimp.  Well, if
Floyd | it's good enough for sushi eaters...  You pop the shrimp into your
Floyd | mouth and crunch down on it, shell, legs and all.  You're struck with
Floyd | a brief sense of nausea that passes as quickly as it came.  The

Floyd | shrimp's juices roll over your tongue and trickle down your throat, at
Floyd | the same both time sharply salty and subtly sweet. In the end, you
Floyd | decide it's not that bad.  Not that bad at all.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "wow, I didn't expect that to work"
inky says (to Floyd), "drink water"
Floyd | The ocean water is too far away.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.

Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp wriggles in your grasp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "turn on fountain"
Floyd | You turn the handle, but nothing happens.  Perhaps the water main has
Floyd | been shut off for the night.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp"
Floyd | You toss the shrimp to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Ghogg arrives, full of funk, but no fun. DavidW says, "The shrimp is one of those respawning items I mentioned. So it's safe to eat it."
Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about flask"
Floyd | I don't know the word "flask".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "eat shrimp"
Floyd | You're not holding the shrimp.

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "take shrimp. eat it"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp wriggles in your grasp.
Floyd |

Floyd | You look with trepidation at the live, wriggling shrimp.  Well, if
Floyd | it's good enough for sushi eaters...  You pop the shrimp into your
Floyd | mouth and crunch down on it, shell, legs and all.  You're struck with
Floyd | a brief sense of nausea that passes as quickly as it came.  The
Floyd | shrimp's juices roll over your tongue and trickle down your throat, at
Floyd | the same both time sharply salty and subtly sweet. In the end, you

Floyd | decide it's not that bad.  Not that bad at all.
Floyd |
Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to
Floyd | himself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says, "oh good"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "ask man about shrimp"
Floyd | He grunts in disgust.  "Danged shrimp keep catching up my line.
Floyd | They'll get tied up in anything given half the chance."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it
Floyd | back.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "We'll have to leave and return to this location to get a new shrimp, iirc."
inky says, "well, we can wait to see what we need it for, I guess"
inky says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust

Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the

Floyd | greater pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x gulls"
Floyd | I don't see any gulls here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Among the Benches
Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for
Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here.  They're neatly
Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows.  What with all these benches, you half
Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none.  The main part of the
Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south.  Beyond that, against the

Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny
Floyd | snack bar.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "x benches"
Floyd | The benches are made of weathered gray wood.  Each one is about knee
Floyd | high and as long as you are tall.  They're neatly arranged in two
Floyd | orderly rows.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "look under benches"
Floyd | There's nothing under the benches.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the

Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way.

Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way.
Floyd |

Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "look"
Floyd | Among the Benches
Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for
Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here.  They're neatly
Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows.  What with all these benches, you half
Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none.  The main part of the
Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south.  Beyond that, against the

Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny
Floyd | snack bar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "well ok then"
inky says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.

Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x railing"
Floyd | It looks like many railings you've seen.  A long wooden handrail lies
Floyd | at waist height.  Below it at knee height lies a second rail.  Both
Floyd | are supported by vertical braces placed every body length or so.  The
Floyd | railing surrounds the pavilion on every side, broken only by exits to
Floyd | the east and west.  You're currently standing near the southernmost
Floyd | section of rail.

Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I think when we get the boiler open, it's possible to boil the shrimp too. I forget."
Roger asks, "Are we trying to escape this location?"
inky says, "we're trying to find out where the other side of the railing is"
inky says, "at least, that is what I am trying"
inky says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby

Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | As you step across the brick path, you stumble lightly on the rough

Floyd | bricks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick

Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong

Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The

Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.

Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |

Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of
Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "If you want to jump off the pier, 'd' works."
inky says, "ah here"
inky says, "I think"
inky says (to Floyd), "take mussel"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds
Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x it"
Floyd | It's a small shell about the size of your thumb.  The outer surface is
Floyd | a mottled black, while the inner is lined with dark, silvery mother of
Floyd | pearl.
Floyd |

Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of
Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "listen to it"
Floyd | The mussel shell isn't substantial enough to make much noise.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of
Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,

Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air

Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds
Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "x message"
Floyd | In letters a hand high, someone has written "Here There Be Dragons."
Floyd | Beneath that, they've drawn a simple compass rose with an arrow
Floyd | pointing to the northeast.
Floyd |

Floyd | A particularly bold or greedy gull waddles right up to your feet to
Floyd | seek a handout.  It stares at you with one beady eye for a long,
Floyd | uncomfortable moment before returning to the flock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x gulls"
Floyd | They're a dismaying sight, like an overblown pillow fight with beaks
Floyd | and claws. The flock must contain a full hundred birds, and every one
Floyd | of them fighting over the same pile of refuse.  In their ongoing
Floyd | battle, they peck at both their food and each other.  Occasionally one

Floyd | or a few take wing, leapfrogging over the others for dominance.  You'd
Floyd | hate to have all those gulls pecking around you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for
Floyd | no apparent reason.  After a moment or two, they revert to their
Floyd | original decibel level.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x trash"
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the
Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they

Floyd | refuse to back down.
Floyd |
Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
McMartin arrives, full of neither funk nor fun.
Roger says (to Floyd), "Throw shrimp at gulls"
Floyd | I don't see any shrimp here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "We ate it."
DavidW says (to Roger), "Good guess, but only one gull can eat one shrimp."
Jacqueline says, "The shrimp, I mean."
Roger says (to floyd), "Throw mussel at gulls"
Floyd | You toss the mussel shell among the squabbling hoard.  Several of the
Floyd | gulls dash toward it, but quickly find it to be inedible.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gulls battle among themselves for dominance over the temporary
Floyd | food supply.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "You need a whole bag of food, I think."
Roger says (to floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.
Floyd |

Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says (to Floyd), "throw peanuts at gulls"
Floyd | You toss a couple of peanuts toward the flock of gulls.  One lone gull
Floyd | takes notice of your offering and waddles over to investigate.  It
Floyd | spots the peanuts, snatches one up, and devours it in a single gulp.
Floyd |

Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for
Floyd | no apparent reason.  After a moment or two, they revert to their
Floyd | original decibel level.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "I see I arrived just in time for lunch"
Jacqueline says, "Nice."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x garbage"
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the
Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they

Floyd | refuse to back down.
Floyd |
Floyd | A particularly bold or greedy gull waddles right up to your feet to
Floyd | seek a handout.  It stares at you with one beady eye for a long,
Floyd | uncomfortable moment before returning to the flock.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh, but that didn't get us there."
Roger says (to floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sack of peanuts, a sieve, and a mussel shell.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds
Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!"
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "open mussel"
Floyd | I don't know how to open the mussel shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the

Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "try 'throw sack at gulls' instead of 'throw peanuts at gulls'. Might make a difference."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw sack at gulls"
Floyd | You toss a few more peanuts towards the flock of gulls.  The first
Floyd | gull pecks hungrily at the peanuts, drawing the attention of some of
Floyd | the others.  They flap over to see what the first gull is eating, and
Floyd | become embroiled in a minor squabble over the peanuts.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of

Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger asks, "Do y'all normally let one person 'drive' floyd, or is it a free-for-all?"
Jacqueline says, "Depends on the game."
McMartin says (to Floyd), "throw toddler at gulls"
Floyd | I don't know the word "toddler".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x garbage"
Floyd | You try to wade through the flapping hoard of birds to get at the
Floyd | trash, but their greed is greater than their fear of you, and they
Floyd | refuse to back down.
Floyd |

Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel.
Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking
Floyd | away over the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "empty bag"
Floyd | Better just leave them in the sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of
Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,

Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "heh"
inky says (to Floyd), "drop sack"
Floyd | You toss the sack of peanuts to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the
Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a

Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.

Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "Free for all. Also known as communist if."
DavidW says, "hm. okay. I guess I've forgotten. Maybe it's something else."
inky says (to Floyd), "throw sack at gulls"
Floyd | Finally, you toss the entire bag of peanuts toward the hungry flock.
Floyd | The trickle of curious gulls turns into a flood.  Soon, the entire
Floyd | hoard comes flapping and squawking to join the fight over your
Floyd | peanuts, abandoning the trash heap in the process.  You couldn't say
Floyd | how long the peanuts will keep them busy, but chances are it won't be
Floyd | for long.

Floyd |
Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel.
Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking
Floyd | away over the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "search trash"
Floyd | You paw through the trash with your bare hands, but it's been
Floyd | scattered and mixed into the powdery sand.  If there's anything useful
Floyd | in the pile, it may have been covered with sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the
Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "dig"
Floyd | Scooping sand away in great handfuls, you quickly excavate an area
Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep.  Gravity
Floyd | and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand sliding
Floyd | into the hole.  You try to dig deeper, but the deeper you go, the more
Floyd | sand slides in.  You are reminded unpleasantly of your efforts at
Floyd | work.

Floyd |
Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds
Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "grr"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over your sack of
Floyd | peanuts, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air

Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search trash"
Floyd | You paw through the trash with your bare hands, but it's been

Floyd | scattered and mixed into the powdery sand.  If there's anything useful
Floyd | in the pile, it may have been covered with sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers
Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction.  A noise
Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the

Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin asks, "have we read the message?"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
Roger says (to floyd), "undo. search sand."
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery

Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling

Floyd | flock of gulls.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over your sack of
Floyd | peanuts, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "We might need a sieve. Damn."
Jacqueline says, "It says Here there be dragons, and points ne(?) I guess."
Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Did we just make it unwinnable by giving up our nuts?"
inky says, "ha ha"
Emerald asks, "didn't we pick up the sieve?"
DavidW says, "Maybe. I can't remember."
inky says (to Emerald), "oh hey"
DavidW says, "(to Jacq)"
inky says (to Floyd), "dig with sieve"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | Using the shingle as a shovel, you quickly excavate an area
Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep.  Gravity
Floyd | and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand sliding

Floyd | into the hole.  You try to dig deeper, but the deeper you go, the more
Floyd | sand slides in.  You are reminded unpleasantly of your efforts at
Floyd | work.
Floyd |
Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for
Floyd | no apparent reason.  After a moment or two, they revert to their

Floyd | original decibel level.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, and a mussel shell.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh, we do have it."
inky says, "whoops, bug, I think"
inky says, "(sieve->shingle)"
inky says, "but I geuss it doesn't matter much"
Bert arrives, ready to play with the toys.
Roger says (to floyd), "seive sand"
Floyd | I don't know the word "seive".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "This might be a verb thing."
Roger says (to floyd), "oops sieve"
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence!
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Bert says, "Interesting choice of game."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put trash in sieve"
Floyd | You can't put the trash heap anywhere.
Floyd |

Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sift trash"
Floyd | You sift diligently through the mounds of sandy trash, pouring handful
Floyd | after handful through the sieve.  Just when you've about decided to
Floyd | discontinue your search as fruitless, you turn up the key from the
Floyd | vendor's shirt pocket!

Floyd |
Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Bert says, "I remember that my first time playing this was as a group Floyd event."
McMartin says, "oops only works on nouns in inform"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x key"
Floyd | It's a small steel key with the word 'Kwikset' stamped on it.
Floyd |

Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "oops"
McMartin finds the Shift Key
Jacqueline says, "Sweet - got the key."
inky says (to Floyd), "get shell"
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the clam shell, or the mussel shell?

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "all"
Floyd | The clam shell:  You already have the clam shell!
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You already have the mussel shell!

Floyd |
Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for
Floyd | no apparent reason.  After a moment or two, they revert to their
Floyd | original decibel level.
Floyd |
Floyd | The peanuts must be running out.  You can see a few gulls beginning to

Floyd | trickle back towards the mound.  The trickle grows to a flood and soon
Floyd | the entire flock is in motion, returning to the mound en masse.  No
Floyd | trace remains of the peanuts you threw down.  Even the brown paper
Floyd | sack is gone.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says, "oh, whoops"
inky says, "well, good deal"
DavidW says, "You might want to save the game."
Jacqueline asks, "So, go back up and try to get in?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf1"
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "hide"
Floyd | I don't know the word "hide".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I've quite forgotten what the key is for."
Roger says, "Let's go unlock something, I guess"
Jacqueline asks, "Yeah. Hm - the restroom doors?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | As you step across the brick path, you stumble lightly on the rough
Floyd | bricks.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "loose brick!"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bricks"
Floyd | Though the pavilion to the east and the row of hotels to the west are
Floyd | all recent structures, the rough brick path between them shows great
Floyd | age.  These may be some of the very bricks you learned about on your
Floyd | riverboat tour of the Savannah River.  According to the tour guide,

Floyd | English sailing ships in the 18th and 19th centuries loaded their
Floyd | holds with stones to serve as ballast on the long trip across the
Floyd | Atlantic.  The stones were unloaded on the shores of Savannah, where
Floyd | the ships picked up cotton and other commodities.  Since the stones
Floyd | were freely available, many Savannahians began using them as building
Floyd | material.  These particular stones, as regular as they are, probably

Floyd | came over in a military ship, which would have required precisely
Floyd | weighted ballast in its hold.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice that one brick in particular is quite loose.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

McMartin exclaims, "Yay brick!"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "move brick"
Floyd | Which brick do you mean, the path, or the loose brick?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "loose"
Floyd | Moving the loose brick doesn't reveal anything.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "take it"
Floyd | You're going to need both hands free to carry that sucker.  You'll
Floyd | have to drop anything else you're carrying.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get loose brick"
Floyd | You're going to need both hands free to carry that sucker.  You'll
Floyd | have to drop anything else you're carrying.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "oh yeah. Inventory limits."
Roger asks, "Is it just me, or is this a high-cruelty game?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put key in pocket"
Floyd | You cram the steel key in the pocket of your shorts.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, and a mussel shell.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your

Floyd | passcard, and a steel key.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says (to Floyd), "put all in shorts"
Floyd | The clam shell:  The pair of shorts is not a container.

Floyd | The sieve:  The pair of shorts is not a container.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  The pair of shorts is not a container.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shells in pocket"
Floyd | The clam shell:  You can't fit that in the pocket of your shorts.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You can't fit that in the pocket of your shorts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Roger), "It's less cruel than you'd think."
Roger asks, "Is that a loose brick in your pocket, or are you just happy to be playing the game?"
Tale says, "Yes."
Jacqueline says, "We could come back to the brick."
Jacqueline says, "Though I doubt we need the seive anymore."
Roger says (to floyd), "wear sieve"
Floyd | You can't wear the sieve.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "keep going. Try using the key as per original plan."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of

Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale asks, "Is there a mud-command to mute all channels except this one?"
Jacqueline says, "Yes. @mutec * mutes all. Then @mutec #clubfloyd will unmute this one."
McMartin says, "How to tell you are an IF character: you have a key, you head off with great purpose to use it somewhere"
McMartin says, "And then you get distracted by a brick."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key"
Floyd | You can't open the rest room doors with the steel key.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier

Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down

Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "told ya so. These doors don't open."
Jacqueline says, "Some restrooms."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a shrimp here.

Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it

Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "That's a point of cruelty right there"
Roger says, "Wait" DavidW says, "Just don't drink any soda. You'll be fine."
Roger says (to floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the

Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to DW), "Thanks, dad."
Roger says (to floyd), "w"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.

Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "btw, new shrimp seen."
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Sorry. I got to explorin'"
Roger asks, "Well, it's a snack vendor key, yeah?"
inky says (to Floyd), "unlock boiler with key"
Floyd | I don't know how to unlock the boiler.

Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "open boiler with key"
Floyd | You can't get the clamp off with the steel key.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "pry clamp with key"
Floyd | You can't get the clamp off with the steel key.
Floyd |

Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "x clamp"
Floyd | It's a thin, sturdy, triangle of steel.  The open end of the triangle
Floyd | holds the boiler's lid tightly in place by pinching it against the
Floyd | thin bar that runs around the lip of the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Oh, I realize. I just got lost."
DavidW says, "oh. I think I remember now what the key is for."
Roger says (to clubfloyd), "Heh"
Roger says, "Dang" DavidW says, "There's an area underneath the pavilion you haven't seen yet."
DavidW says, "(of course, there's a lot of *beach* you haven't seen yet)"
Roger says, "I'll yield to the exploratory interests"
McMartin asks, "Should we get more shrimp?"
Jacqueline says, "Sure."
Jacqueline says, "Then let's explore."
McMartin has NO IDEA what is going on
DavidW says (to McMartin), "We're on a beach in Savannah, trying to decide if we should quit our job or not."
Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "We're playing Sunset Over Savannah."
Jacqueline says, "Timing. Joke ruined. heh"
inky says, "this game doesn't really have a strong direction"
Roger asks, "Does clubfloyd have (or desire) a communal mapping capability?"
McMartin says, "REALITY PHASE ERROR"
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "It does not, but it's sort of seeming as if one person should be mapping."
Jacqueline asks, "Would you like to volunteer? Then when we need to get somewhere you can drive us there?"
Roger says, "Sadly I'm just here for halftime"
Jacqueline says, "Aw."
Nitku goes home. Jacqueline says, "Well, I already got us lost once, so I'm probably not a good candidate."
Tale asks, "Maybe there is a map somewhere on the net?"
Jacqueline says, "hm, good idea"
inky says, "well, DW probably has one"
Jacqueline says, "There's one you can download as part of a zip file."
Jacqueline says, "Unfortunately it is taking me forever to load the archive... but I'm working on it."
DavidW says, "hm. My map never made it onto the web."
DavidW says, "I have one though."
Tale asks (of DavidW), "Do you have it handy?"
DavidW says, "On my machine, yes."
McMartin says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd | You pause for a moment to take stock of your physical condition.
Floyd | You're feeling quite fit and healthy after your week of relaxation and
Floyd | exercise.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Well, so you could tell us how to get somewhere in a pinch, then."
Jacqueline says, "Because I don't think this other thing I was looking at has a map."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.

Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
McMartin says (to Floyd), "detect evil on the gazebo"
Floyd | I don't know the word "detect".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I think you should look at the rest of the beach."
Jacqueline says, "That's where I was headed (I think)."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shower"
Floyd | It's really just a tall water pipe with a shower head on top of it.
Floyd | Not much in the way of privacy, but it does help people rinse the sand
Floyd | from themselves.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "This Beach Path location is kinda the hub between the upper level and lower level of the game."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bell"
Floyd | The bell looks like half of a big white medicine capsule, just a bit
Floyd | taller than you, though quite a bit wider.  The open end of the
Floyd | capsule stands at about chest height and faces down, so that you could

Floyd | enter the bell if you ducked down a bit.  The capsule stands on four
Floyd | thick metal struts, which are in turn welded to a heavy, square, metal
Floyd | baseplate.  The whole thing looks imposingly heavy.  Deeply set in the
Floyd | white metal capsule are several thick, round, glass portholes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You set your feet back on the path to the hotel, but...  you're
Floyd | extremely conflicted over this whole idea of quitting.  If only
Floyd | someone or something would present you with some convincing arguments
Floyd | to get you off the fence.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Oh wait, which way?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You duck your head and shoulders, and crab-walk under the lip of the

Floyd | bell.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the Diving Bell
Floyd | It surrounds you like a sturdy white shell.  The ceiling is only a few
Floyd | fingers above your head, causing you to hunch over a bit for fear of
Floyd | bashing your skull.  Protruding from the ceiling is a thin pipe that

Floyd | ends in an air valve.  Several thick, round portholes look on the
Floyd | outside world.
Floyd |
Floyd | The bell effectively muffles any outside sound, but an ominous low
Floyd | moan fills your ears.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "actually, I think this location is pure extra."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pipe"
Floyd | Divers used this valve to pressurize the bell's chamber, as well as
Floyd | refill their own tanks.  The valve is connected to a pipe that passes

Floyd | through the bell's hull.  Presumably there's a similar valve on the
Floyd | outside, to allow divers to attach an air hose from a surface ship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "listen"
Floyd | The bell is filled with a constant low moan as the light breeze
Floyd | reverberates through the hollow chamber.  It's like standing in a
Floyd | giant sea shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says (to Floyd), "yell"
Floyd | You let out a scream that reverberates through the hollow chamber and
Floyd | sets your ears ringing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "heh. Nice touch."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "exit bell"
Floyd | You duck your head and crab walk out of the bell.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "ring bell"
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emily arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in barrel"
Floyd | The can must have been emptied recently.  Just a few pieces of sticky
Floyd | rubbish, consisting largely of ice cream wrappers and soda cups, lie
Floyd | at the bottom of the can.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "search rubbish"
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft
Floyd | drink cups.  You find an empty glass soda bottle, which you take.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search barrel"
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft
Floyd | drink cups.  Aha!  You find a pair of plastic swim goggles, which you

Floyd | take.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "search rubbish"
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft

Floyd | drink cups.  You don't find anything else of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "ew"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x barrel"
Floyd | It actually consists of two concentric cylinders.  The outer cylinder
Floyd | is made of rough wooden staves bound by three rusty metal hoops.  The
Floyd | inner cylinder is a single piece of textured beige plastic.  A strong
Floyd | steel chain passes through the topmost of the metal hoops, attaching
Floyd | the barrel to the end of the boardwalk.  A few pieces of trash lie at
Floyd | the bottom of the barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "We're going to put that on our eyes to solve a puzzle later, aren't we?"
Roger says, "This fellow should obviously consider changing careers to janitorial services."
Jacqueline says, "That doesn't seem very sanitary."
inky says (to Jacqueline), "we could take a shower first"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Roger says (to floyd), "Empty barrel"
Floyd | You'd just be making a mess of the beach.  Better leave the trash in
Floyd | the barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "True."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hoops"
Floyd | Three rusty hoops bind the outer, wooden ring of the barrel together.

Floyd | The topmost hoop is bent slightly out of shape to accommodate the
Floyd | heavy steel chain that passes through it.  In fact, it seems to be a
Floyd | bit loose.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says (to Floyd), "get top hoop"
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop.  It
Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your
Floyd | bare hands.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hoop"
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "third"
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop.  It
Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your
Floyd | bare hands.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "it is good DW is here to point out all the stuff we're missing"
inky says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, a mussel shell, a glass bottle, and a pair of
Floyd | goggles.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your
Floyd | passcard, and a steel key.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "heh"
inky says (to Floyd), "get hoop with sieve"
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yes."
Roger says, "Maybe beat on it with the brick"
DavidW says, "I forget how to get the hoop, but we will need it eventually."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x goggles"
Floyd | It's a cheap pair of plastic swim goggles, held together by a thin,
Floyd | white rubber strap.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x strap"
Floyd | It's a strap made of thin, white rubber.  If it were removed from the
Floyd | goggles, it looks as if it would measure about the length of your arm.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "The goggles do nothing."
DavidW says, "It took forever to realize that strap was removable."
Roger says, "(That was a joke, I guess I should clarify.)"
inky says, "man"
inky says, "(..DW)"
Roger says (to floyd), "Pull chain"
Floyd | You grab hold of the chain and give it a solid tug.  Oof!  It's not
Floyd | going anywhere.  Maybe if you had a hacksaw, or some bolt cutters.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cup"
Floyd | The can must have been emptied recently.  Just a few pieces of sticky
Floyd | rubbish, consisting largely of ice cream wrappers and soda cups, lie

Floyd | at the bottom of the can.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x can"
Floyd | It actually consists of two concentric cylinders.  The outer cylinder

Floyd | is made of rough wooden staves bound by three rusty metal hoops.  The
Floyd | inner cylinder is a single piece of textured beige plastic.  A strong
Floyd | steel chain passes through the topmost of the metal hoops, attaching
Floyd | the barrel to the end of the boardwalk.  A few pieces of trash lie at
Floyd | the bottom of the barrel.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Let's come back."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | clam shell, a sieve, a mussel shell, a glass bottle, and a pair of

Floyd | goggles.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money, your
Floyd | passcard, and a steel key.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "Yes, let's."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle"
Floyd | It's a clear glass soda bottle.  It appears to be empty.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "ah right. The bottle."
DavidW says, "The bottle is another respawnable item, like the shrimp."
inky says, "really? hunh"
DavidW says, "Bottles break. :)"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank

Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sculpture"
Floyd | It's some sort of big reptile, longer than you are tall.  You can't
Floyd | tell much more from here, as it lies in the wet sand to the east.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sculpture"
Floyd | The enormous sand sculpture is almost twice as long as you are tall,
Floyd | and stands nearly to your shoulder.  It's some sort of huge, scaly
Floyd | reptile, basking on its swollen belly in the evening light.  Lying
Floyd | flat against its sides are a pair of batlike wings that sprout from a
Floyd | ridged, bony spine.  The spine curves down and around, ending in a
Floyd | massive, coiled tail.  Two plump hind legs sprawl out in back, while a

Floyd | pair of short, stubby arms lies crossed beneath an angular head full
Floyd | of sharp looking teeth.
Floyd |
Floyd | You note that certain parts of the creature, including its spine,
Floyd | claws, eyes, and teeth consist of carefully placed sea shells.  The
Floyd | shells give the creature an illusory realism.  Curiously, there is an

Floyd | empty cavity in the creature's beak that looks as if it might once
Floyd | have held a shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | All in all, the dragon seems surprisingly realistic, as if it had
Floyd | recently clawed its way out of the sand to warm itself beneath the
Floyd | bright sun.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "kick it"
Floyd | You move towards the dragon...  but halt with a sudden flash of
Floyd | insight.  In your mind, you picture someone spending hours digging up

Floyd | and piling the sand, pushing it into rough form, carefully smoothing
Floyd | the curves and contours, detailing the fingers and face, collecting
Floyd | shells for the dorsal ridge...  You carefully back away, and as you
Floyd | do, it almost seems that one of the dragon's heavy lidded eyes opens,
Floyd | and favors you with a long, lazy wink.
Floyd |

Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "put shell in reptile"
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the clam shell, or the mussel shell?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "clam"
Floyd | The dragon sculpture is not a container.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "put clam shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the clam shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens, and
Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim the

Floyd | clam shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "btw, the dragon has several bodyparts, each examinable."
Roger says (to floyd), "put mussel shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the mussel shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens,
Floyd | and somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim
Floyd | the mussel shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Roger says (to floyd), "x cavity"
Floyd | It's a shallow cavity about the size of your two cupped palms, in both
Floyd | depth and circumference.  There's nothing in it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x head"
Floyd | Which head do you mean, your head, or the dragon's head?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's head"
Floyd | The dragon's angular head rests limply on the dragon's crossed arms.
Floyd | Its mouth is full of sharp-looking teeth, while its beak is home to a
Floyd | curiously empty cavity.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x my head"
Floyd | It's your head.  You've had it for years.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "yay"
DavidW says, "ha"
McMartin says (to Floyd), "put my head in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting your head into the cavity.  Nothing happens, and
Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim your

Floyd | head.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's teeth"
Floyd | It's an angular slit bissecting the long birdlike beak.  A mouthful of

Floyd | shells gives the dragon a cartoonish, picket fence grin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's scales"
Floyd | I don't know the word "scales".

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's tale"
Floyd | I don't know the word "tale".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "oops"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "oops til"
Floyd | I don't know the word "til".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "oops again"
Jacqueline says, "ahhh"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's tail."
Floyd | The tail is long and fat, and coils dramatically around the dragon's
Floyd | body.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wings"
Floyd | The dragon's wings are ribbed like a bats, and lie folded up against
Floyd | the dragon's swollen belly.  Even though they're made of sand, they
Floyd | someone manage to look tough and leathery.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Tale asks, "What? Me? Where?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sit on dragon"
Floyd | I don't know how to sit on the dragon sculpture.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but don't want to wander too far from
Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from

Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I think we need to find more shells before we can do more with the dragon."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x crab shell"
Floyd | It's the carapace of some sort of crab.  The edges of the shell come
Floyd | to sharp points, almost like a serrated blade, while the surface is
Floyd | mottled with deep shades of red and blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "get it"
Floyd | You've already got your hands full.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "The inventory limit is really annoying in this game."
Jacqueline says, "We need a backpack or something."
Roger says, "Or a barrel"
Fang has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shells in seive"
Floyd | I don't know the word "seive".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "oops sieve"
Floyd | The clam shell:  You toss the clam shell in the sieve.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You can't fit that in the sieve.
Floyd | The crab shell:  You can't fit that in the sieve.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "The sieve isn't a container."
Jacqueline says, "ba"
DavidW says, "oh wait. It is."
Jacqueline says, "Well, it is, but a small one."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above

Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and a closed wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x gate"
Floyd | It's an ordinary wire mesh gate that seals off the storage area.  A
Floyd | smooth steel plate set in the gate houses a simple lock.  Currently,
Floyd | the gate is closed and locked.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lock"
Floyd | It's an ordinary wire mesh gate that seals off the storage area.  A
Floyd | smooth steel plate set in the gate houses a simple lock.  Currently,
Floyd | the gate is closed and locked.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock lock"
Floyd | What do you want to unlock it with?
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "key"
Floyd | Unlocked.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open gate"
Floyd | The gate swings open silently, on well oiled hinges.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Storage Area
Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the
Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Apparently it's used as a
Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling

Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans.
Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products.
Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg
Floyd | board.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Roger says (to floyd), "drop key"
Floyd | You toss the steel key to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Oh, because of our inventory space issue?"
DavidW says, "yeah"
Roger says, "Yes"
Jacqueline says, "Makes sense, I guess. Doubt we'll get locked in."
Jacqueline is paranoid like that.
DavidW says, "me too. But I think it's safe."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x board"
Floyd | It's a square piece of perforated cork board, hung with a variety of
Floyd | unrecognizable tools and useless spare parts.  In fact, the only item
Floyd | that looks to be of any use at all is a thin, tapered strip of metal

Floyd | resembling a crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get crowbar"
Floyd | You've already got your hands full.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" DavidW says, "ah. A tool for getting the hoop."
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a

Floyd | sieve, a mussel shell, a single glass bottle, and a pair of goggles.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says (to floyd), "wear goggles"
Floyd | You slide the cheap white strap over your head and slide the goggles
Floyd | down over your eyes.  They make an adequate, if uninspiring, seal.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take crowbar"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an

Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert has disconnected.
Bert goes home.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the
Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "Note that the seal of the goggles isn't the best. This was another subtle bit it was difficult to notice at first."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that

Floyd | extends from the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Oh, wait. I went the wrong way, right?"
DavidW asks, "Where are you trying to go?"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x castle"
Floyd | It's very unusual.  You've never seen a sand castle like this one.
Floyd | Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle
Floyd | seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked

Floyd | capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets.
Floyd | Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a
Floyd | narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top.
Floyd | It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built,
Floyd | like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!"  kits
Floyd | that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops.  Now that you've

Floyd | noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen.
Floyd |
Floyd | The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans,
Floyd | that crawl all over and through it.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes

Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Get back to the hoop."
Tale says, "Well you're a park ranger, not a life guard."
Jacqueline says, "True."
DavidW says, "The trash barrel is in the nw part of the map."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting

Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes

Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but don't want to wander too far from

Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank

Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oops"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the

Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "nope"
DavidW says, "go w, ne"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Thanks."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry hoop"
Floyd | You set down the other stuff you were carrying to free your hands.
Floyd | Then you slide the crowbar beneath the deformed hoop where it meets
Floyd | the steel chain, and ratchet it back and forth, trying to loosen the
Floyd | hoop.  The hoop slides up a hair's breadth, then catches on a link of
Floyd | the chain.  You remove the crowbar and shift your point of attack to
Floyd | the chain.  As you apply pressure to the recalcitrant link, it bites

Floyd | into the soft wooden stave beneath it.  You keep pushing, and...
Floyd | crack!  The force applied to the link splits the stave lengthwise,
Floyd | dividing a thin slice from the trunk of the stave.  The thin slice now
Floyd | bears the brunt of the metal hoop's tension, while the main part of
Floyd | the stave is free of it.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | You set down the crowbar and then seize the top end of the stave with
Floyd | both hands.  Though it's no longer bound by the top hoop, the two
Floyd | lower hoops still put a lot of tension on it.  Nevertheless, you grit

Floyd | your teeth and rock the stave back and forth, until it finally scrapes
Floyd | free of the barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stave"
Floyd | It's a long, heavy, slightly curved piece of wood.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take hoop"
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "third"
Floyd | You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop.  It

Floyd | wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your
Floyd | bare hands.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "See, why are we doing this except to do it?"
DavidW says, "I forget."
Jacqueline says, "Because we hate our job? That seems an odd reason."
Emerald asks, "because it's a game and we can?"
DavidW says, "well, we haven't seen any of the big rewards yet."
Jacqueline will suspend her disbelief, for now.
DavidW says, "The winking sand dragon. The teleporting gull. Those were hints of things to come."
Emerald says, "Teleporting gull? I think I missed something"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry hoop"
Floyd | Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop?

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "third"
Floyd | You to slide your fingers under the hoop, but all the give is gone.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), and a broken stave.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop stave. take bar"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Emerald), "It's easy to miss stuff. There's a lot of text in this game's descriptions."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pry third hoop"
Floyd | You to slide the crowbar under the hoop, but all the give is gone.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "So, are we done here? Take the stave and go?"
DavidW says, "Maybe it's the stave we really need and not the hoop. I don't remember the game exactly."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take bar"
Floyd | You already have the crowbar!

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Or right, didn't drop it."
DavidW says, "I think the stave is used for a puzzle inside the pavilion."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I don't think you've seen all the beach yet."
Jacqueline asks, "Oh, right, under the pavillion and down the other side, past the sandcastle?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads

Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.

Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Which way?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |

Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the
Floyd | feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x castle"
Floyd | It's very unusual.  You've never seen a sand castle like this one.
Floyd | Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle
Floyd | seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked
Floyd | capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets.

Floyd | Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a
Floyd | narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top.
Floyd | It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built,
Floyd | like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!"  kits
Floyd | that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops.  Now that you've
Floyd | noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen.

Floyd |
Floyd | The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans,
Floyd | that crawl all over and through it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to floyd), "x insects"
Floyd | You lean in to take a close look.  They're too tiny to see much
Floyd | detail, but there are hundreds of them zipping around the tall spires.
Floyd | They seem to be crustaceans.  Or maybe some kind of insect.  In any
Floyd | case, they have six legs.  Or maybe eight.  Call yourself crazy, but
Floyd | it looks like some of them are carrying grains of sand.  You lean in

Floyd | further, and on closer inspection are able to confirm your theory.
Floyd | Then, right before your eyes, a small cluster of mites carries a bit
Floyd | of shiny something, perhaps a speck of broken glass, into the castle.
Floyd | They bring it to the very top of the tallest spire.  Somehow, they
Floyd | melt down the shiny fragment and assimilate into the castle.  Perhaps
Floyd | it's just your imagination, but you'd swear there was a miniscule

Floyd | plume of smoke curling about the spire.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says (to floyd), "Call Weekly WOrld News"
Floyd | I don't know the word "call".

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle"
Floyd | I don't see any bottle here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "argh."
Jacqueline says, "We had to leave it in the recycling room."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The

Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still

Floyd | visible.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |

Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers
Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction.  A noise
Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the
Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "go back"
Jacqueline says, "Grr. Yes."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "now north."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "west twice"
Jacqueline says, "For some reason I was thinking that, but one location to the side."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w. w. w."
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above

Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |
Floyd | Storage Area
Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the

Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Apparently it's used as a
Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling
Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans.
Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products.
Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg
Floyd | board.

Floyd |    You see a steel key here.
Floyd |
Floyd | The solid cement wall prevents you from exiting in that direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd | The steel key:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop key"
Floyd | You toss the steel key to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I don't see the bottle here."
Roger says, "It's by the barrel I think" Jacqueline says, "I thought we dropped it here to get the crowbar - oh wait, you put on the goggles so we could do that. My bad."
McMartin says (to floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Bah, so it was back where we were? The inventory thing is a little annoying, even if it is realistic."
DavidW says, "We should drop stuff at Beach Path, since we have to pass through there often."
Jacqueline nods.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x passcard"
Floyd | It's a card of bright orange plastic, a bit smaller and a good deal
Floyd | thicker than a credit card.  You can see no magnetic stripe.  Instead,

Floyd | it has a row of red and green dots running along one edge.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Under Pavilion

Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.

Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd | The sieve:  You've already got your hands full.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You've already got your hands full.
Floyd | The glass bottle:  You've already got your hands full.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar, stave, goggles"
Floyd | The crowbar:  You toss the crowbar to the ground.
Floyd | The broken stave:  You toss the broken stave to the ground.

Floyd | The pair of goggles:  You toss the pair of goggles to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |    You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Jacqueline says, "We should return the crowbar or drop it or something. - right"
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd | The sieve:  Taken.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  Taken.
Floyd | The glass bottle:  Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, and a pair of goggles (being
Floyd | worn) here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Good."
Tale asks, "Can't we put things in the shorts?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all but bottle"
Floyd | The sieve:  You toss the sieve to the ground.
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You toss the mussel shell to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Tale), "No."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of

Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Only the pocket, and it's pretty small."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |

Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take insect"
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small...  but you lean in close,
Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and...  got it!  You stand up to examine
Floyd | your catch in better light.  Ouch!  You instinctively beat at the air
Floyd | with your wounded hand, but the creature has already been dislodged.
Floyd | You look at the tiny red welt already swelling on the heel of your
Floyd | palm.  Is it...  smoking?  No, it must be just an illusion caused by

Floyd | your sudden state of distress.  But you'd swear you saw a tiny plume
Floyd | of smoke rising from your palm.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle"
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small...  but you lean in close,
Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and...  got it!  You cram the mite through
Floyd | the mouth of the bottle.  Just as you're beginning to enjoy your
Floyd | mighty triumph, you detect a sudden whiff of burning glass.  You peer
Floyd | into the bottle to discover that the mite is burning a tiny hole
Floyd | straight through the bottom!  The mite leaps out and disappears into

Floyd | the beach sand, leaving behind only a tiny drop of molten glass which
Floyd | cools instantly, resealing the hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. Jacqueline says, "hm. Interesting."
DavidW says, "I just wanted to give a push that the insects and bottle react together in various ways."
Jacqueline nods.
McMartin asks, "club Do we have anythin we need to set on fire?"
Jacqueline says, "I'm getting ideas, but keeping them to myself for now."
DavidW says, "for a more startling effect, throw the bottle at the castle."
Jacqueline asks, "Oh really?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw bottle at castle"
Floyd | You toss the bottle among the castle's spires.  It lies for a moment,
Floyd | unnoticed.  Then, a lone crustacean investigates.  You see a single,
Floyd | tiny plume of smoke.  Suddenly, as if on a prearranged signal, the
Floyd | mighty miniature hoards descend.  More swiftly than you can follow,

Floyd | the tiny mites somehow disassemble the glass bottle and assimilate its
Floyd | mass into the castle.  As the bottle disappears, the castle grows.  By
Floyd | the time the bottle is completely gone, the castle has grown a new
Floyd | spire.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles

Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "So the dragon is where from here?"
DavidW says, "north a few"
McMartin asks, "Should we undo first?"
Jacqueline says, "We can, though we don't have to."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "There are more bottles."
DavidW says, "sure. That's simplest. A new bottle will appear in the barrel."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to

Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pipes"
Floyd | Far overhead, a pair of thick metal pipes run the length of the pier,
Floyd | suspended a few fingers beneath the pier's concrete underbelly.
Floyd | Presumably, they carry water to and from the pavilion's rest rooms and

Floyd | fountains.  Squinting, you can just make out some shiny or reflective
Floyd | object, perhaps a glass lens, caught in the space between the pipe and
Floyd | the cement ceiling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take lens"
Floyd | The shiny object is too far away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x shiny object"
Floyd | It's difficult to see just what it is from down here, hidden as it is
Floyd | in the dim shadow beneath the pier.  All you can tell is that it's
Floyd | some sort of shiny object or reflective surface, perhaps a lens,
Floyd | nestled among the pipes overhead.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "The bottle can be filled with water, dry sand, and wet sand, if that helps spur any ideas."
Roger says (to floyd), "push lens with stave"
Floyd | I don't see any stave here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a glass bottle.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Ack. Where's the stave?"
DavidW says, "Back at Beach Path."
Jacqueline says, "Oh, right. We agreed to that."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says, "We can't reach the lens with the stave though."
Emerald says, "if we're going there, let's grab the crab shell and drop it off on our way"
Jacqueline asks, "Can we get a recycling barrel from nearby to stand on?"
DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "ooh."
DavidW says, "Please try."
Jacqueline asks, "E?"
Jacqueline asks, "Actually, can you e-mail me the map, or is it big?"
Emerald says, "my mental map is really tangled up"
Jacqueline says (to E), "Mine too. I hate being turned-around like this. I guess I could start sketching."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which

Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "You'll need the .css file too."
Jacqueline says, "oh."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Storage Area
Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the

Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Apparently it's used as a
Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling
Floyd | canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans.
Floyd | Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products.
Floyd | Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg
Floyd | board.

Floyd |    You see a steel key here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "hopefully vimes will get my plover account setup soon."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take canister"
Floyd | Which canister do you mean, the glass recycling canister, or the
Floyd | aluminum recycling canister?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "aluminum"
Floyd | It's too bulky too pick up and carry around, but you could easily push
Floyd | it in any direction you wanted to go.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push aluminum canister east"
Floyd | You give the aluminum recycling canister a tentative shove.  It proves
Floyd | to be surprisingly light.  In fact, you're able to raise it an inch or
Floyd | two above the ground and slide it out into the sand beneath the
Floyd | pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Under Pavilion

Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | You grab hold of the canister and slide it east, over the dry sand.
Floyd | You've made it almost to the far end of the pavilion when you trip

Floyd | over your own feet, sending the canister over on its side.  You look
Floyd | up to find that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards
Floyd | the ocean.  You chase after it, but it's picking up speed.  You
Floyd | redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just...
Floyd | might...  make it...  Splash!  The canister goes into the water and
Floyd | starts drifting out to sea.  It shrinks into the distance between the

Floyd | long row of pylons, becoming smaller and smaller.  Soon, the canister
Floyd | has drifted out of sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "ha"
Jacqueline says, "Oops. Heehee."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Under Pavilion

Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "Maybe you'll have better luck with the glass one, which isn't so light."
Jacqueline says, "So I guess that's a no."
Jacqueline says, "Hm. Worth a try."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Storage Area
Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the
Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Apparently it's used as a
Floyd | storage area for recyclable trash, as there's a big blue recycling

Floyd | canister here, containing glass bottles.  Against the rear wall is a
Floyd | large bin full of used paper products.  Next to that is a plain
Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board.
Floyd |    You see a steel key here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The solid cement wall prevents you from exiting in that direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push glass canister east"
Floyd | You give the glass recycling canister a tentative shove.  It proves to
Floyd | be surprisingly heavy.  You bend at the knees and put your shoulder to
Floyd | it.  Pushing against the hard cement floor, you manage to slide the
Floyd | canister out into the sand beneath the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small

Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister and a glass recycling
Floyd | canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | You put your shoulder to the canister again and try to move it further
Floyd | east, fighting the friction of the sandy floor.  Sand piles up against
Floyd | the leading edge of the canister, but still you struggle onward,
Floyd | making slow progress.  You make it almost to the far end of the

Floyd | pavilion, where the canister freezes in the sand.  You brace yourself
Floyd | and try to force it with a good, strong shove...  until crash!  the
Floyd | canister goes over on its side, and you with it.  You look up to find
Floyd | that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards the ocean.
Floyd | You chase after it, but it's picking up speed.  It continues its
Floyd | descent, heading towards one of the pier's cement pylons.  You

Floyd | redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just...
Floyd | might...  make it...  Crash!  The canister rebounds off the pylon and
Floyd | shatters with a hideous cacophony, spewing bottles and chunks of thin
Floyd | blue plastic in a rain of broken glass.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier

Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.

Floyd |    The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards.
Floyd |    You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "don't undo that."
Jacqueline asks, "No?"
DavidW says, "You want the broken glass and plastic shards there."
DavidW says, "Trust me."
Jacqueline says, "Yikes. Okay."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "I guess that goes against park ranger training, eh?"
Jacqueline says, "Definitely."
Jacqueline asks, "Okay, which way back to the beach path from here?"
McMartin says, "I imagine we'll want to feed the trash to the nanocrabs"
DavidW says, "either n.w.sw. or s.w.nw."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n.w.sw."
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the

Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.

Floyd |
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered

Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles (being worn),

Floyd | a sieve, and a mussel shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger has disconnected.
Roger goes home.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop crab shell"
Floyd | You toss the crab shell to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a glass bottle.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Wait, so are the goggles being worn or not?"
DavidW says, "I dropped them here too."
Jacqueline says, "I guess that's a little bug."
DavidW says, "oops. yeah."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove goggles"
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "there we go."
Jacqueline finally begins mapping.
McMartin says, "Maybe the goggles just have really stretchy rubber, and can be worn while on the ground three rooms away"
K-Y asks, "Did anyone bring up the fatal bug in this game?"
K-Y says, "I think it's fatal, anyway"
DavidW says (to K-Y), "I don't know of any fatal bug."
K-Y says, "TAKE ME will get you stuck in some weird limbo"
DavidW asks, "hm. Is that true of other earlier Tads games also?"
Emerald asks, "What now?"
Emerald asks, "Have we explored everywhere yet?"
DavidW says, "no."
Emerald says, "I kinda thought not."
DavidW says, "The whole waterfront area hasn't been seen."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There seems to be a loose brick in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a
Floyd | mussel shell, and a crab shell here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
K-Y says (to DavidW), "I don't think so; I just know of one game that had a bizarre custom response to it"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a glass bottle.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "drop bottle"
Floyd | You toss the glass bottle to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "finally found a place to upload it to: http://www3.sympatico.ca/welbourn11/sol/sunset.html"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "get loose brick"
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth a bit, and manage to pry it from its
Floyd | berth.  Oof!  It's heavy!  It takes both hands to carry it, and the
Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up.  You'd better
Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it
Floyd | for too long.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "drop brick"
Floyd | Relieved of the brick's weight, you quickly straighten up.  All your
Floyd | aching body parts cry out in relief.  You flex your hands to loosen
Floyd | them up, then plant them at your sides and bend backwards until you

Floyd | feel your spine crack.  Ahh!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "ow"
McMartin says, "Some ranger we are"
DavidW says, "I don't know if the brick is yet another respawnable item. I think it must be."
K-Y says, "Also, I've forgotten how to see the easter egg in the ocean"
Emerald asks, "is it breakable?"
McMartin says, "I recall the brick being respawnable from somebody's review of it"
McMartin says, "You can lose the brick in the ocean, IIRC."
DavidW says (to K-Y), "It involves 'xyzzy'."
K-Y says (to DavidW), "oh yeah"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong

Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.

Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I forget if you have to be in a particular place, though."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | You strike off up the beach, but you don't want to wander too far from
Floyd | your hotel, so after a while you head back.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x dunes"
Floyd | Tall, wind swept dunes stand between you and the hotels to the west,
Floyd | and also flank the base of the pavilion.  The dunes are dotted with
Floyd | tall, scraggly sea-oats.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says (to floyd), "sow wild sea-oats"
Floyd | I don't know the word "sow".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Tale says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
Floyd | The word escapes your mouth like a gentle zephyr and swirls in the air
Floyd | around you.  You can feel powerful forces gathering, like a static
Floyd | charge before a storm.  You glance around in anticipation.  A long

Floyd | moment passes, but nothing happens.  Then, a distant bass rumble
Floyd | begins, somewhere far, far away.  You can feel the distant vibrations
Floyd | in the soles of your feet, and the rumbling grows steadily louder and
Floyd | louder until you fear an earthquake must be approaching.  The surf
Floyd | becomes violently choppy, throwing up pounding waves that come
Floyd | crashing onto shore.  Then, in the eastern distance, an incredible

Floyd | sight.  Some...  thing, some enormous, unimaginably big thing as big
Floyd | as an island rises from the sea, rivulets of water streaming down its
Floyd | back and sides.  Even from here you can see that its rugged, craggy
Floyd | flesh is cut through with channels like ancient ravines, from which
Floyd | sprout entire forests of flora.  A mouth wide enough to swallow your
Floyd | entire hotel is lined with jagged, discolored teeth at least as big as

Floyd | you are, and one cold, round eye the size of a wading pool penetrates
Floyd | the distance to stare right at you.  You can actually feel the
Floyd | impossible beast considering you, as if judging the worth of your very
Floyd | soul, and you shrivel beneath the intense scrutiny of that piercing
Floyd | eye.  The examination seems to drag on forever, until at last, the eye
Floyd | turns away.  The incredible mouth slowly draws open in a terrifying

Floyd | grimace that seems to drain half the ocean, and a sound like all the
Floyd | trumpets of heaven proclaiming judgment day thunders across the beach,
Floyd | rattling every stick and bone in its path.  The echoes are still
Floyd | reverberating up and down the beach moments later, when the beast
Floyd | heaves its massive, ponderous bulk back beneath the waves.  As it
Floyd | disappears once more into the sea, a name from the old testament

Floyd | suddenly pops into your head.  Leviathan.  And as the crashing surf
Floyd | slowly returns to its once gentle nature, you realize that whatever
Floyd | verdict was decided here today will remain forever hidden from you
Floyd | beneath the implacable depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Sorry I was gone. I have a map now, though. It's surprisingly simple, but I can see how that would get us turned around."
Tale asks, "What the...?"
McMartin says, "IA RLYH, etc."
DavidW says (to Tale), "Leviathan. BIG SEACREATURE."
Tale says, "I seem to be haunted by those in the last few weeks."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Wait, what happens if we say it again?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
Floyd | The word escapes your mouth like a gentle zephyr and swirls in the air
Floyd | around you.  You can feel powerful forces gathering, like a static
Floyd | charge before a storm.  You glance around in anticipation.  A long

Floyd | moment passes, but nothing happens.  You begin to fear that something
Floyd | has gone truly awry with the fabric of the universe.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "Cloverfield, I suppose."
Emerald says, "I think I'm going to have to go soon."
Jacqueline says, "Aw. Well, we're glad you came, and you can read the transcript later if you'd like."
DavidW says, "I don't think we've solved any of the major puzzles yet."
Emerald says, "I will - though I'll probably try to finish the game on my own first."
Jacqueline says, "Lets get some shells and fiddle with the dragon."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a
Floyd | mussel shell, a crab shell, a glass bottle, and a loose brick here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get shells"
Floyd | The mussel shell:  Taken.
Floyd | The crab shell:  Taken.
Floyd | The clam shell:  Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "You need a shell you haven't found yet."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave"
Floyd | You've already got your hands full.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "I can't even do part of it?"
DavidW says, "well, go try"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the

Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles

Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "drop the shells beside the dragon, at least."
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon"
Floyd | The enormous sand sculpture is almost twice as long as you are tall,
Floyd | and stands nearly to your shoulder.  It's some sort of huge, scaly
Floyd | reptile, basking on its swollen belly in the evening light.  Lying
Floyd | flat against its sides are a pair of batlike wings that sprout from a

Floyd | ridged, bony spine.  The spine curves down and around, ending in a
Floyd | massive, coiled tail.  Two plump hind legs sprawl out in back, while a
Floyd | pair of short, stubby arms lies crossed beneath an angular head full
Floyd | of sharp looking teeth.
Floyd |
Floyd | You note that certain parts of the creature, including its spine,

Floyd | claws, eyes, and teeth consist of carefully placed sea shells.  The
Floyd | shells give the creature an illusory realism.  Curiously, there is an
Floyd | empty cavity in the creature's beak that looks as if it might once
Floyd | have held a shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | All in all, the dragon seems surprisingly realistic, as if it had

Floyd | recently clawed its way out of the sand to warm itself beneath the
Floyd | bright sun.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x beak"
Floyd | The dragon's angular head ends in a beaklike nose with two tiny
Floyd | nostrils.  Just above the dragon's nostrils is a curiously empty
Floyd | cavity.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "x beak"
Floyd | The dragon's angular head ends in a beaklike nose with two tiny
Floyd | nostrils.  Just above the dragon's nostrils is a curiously empty
Floyd | cavity.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put shell in beak"
Floyd | Which shell do you mean, the mussel shell, the crab shell, or the clam
Floyd | shell?
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "crab"
Floyd | The dragon's beak is not a container.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I think there's a fourth shell in the shallows of the water."
Jacqueline says, "We started to wander out there."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put clam shell on beak"
Floyd | There's no good surface on the dragon's beak.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Also, if memory serves, we need to put it in the cavity"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put clam shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the clam shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens, and
Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim the

Floyd | clam shell.
Floyd |
McMartin says, "not in the beak"
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put mussel shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the mussel shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens,
Floyd | and somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim
Floyd | the mussel shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put crab shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the crab shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens, and
Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim the
Floyd | crab shell.
Floyd |

Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "we tried the other two shells earlier"
DavidW says, "yeah"
Emerald says, "let's check out the water"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shells"
Floyd | The mussel shell:  You toss the mussel shell to the ground.
Floyd | The crab shell:  You toss the crab shell to the ground.

Floyd | The clam shell:  You toss the clam shell to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin asks, "Why do I have this feeling that our goal in this game is not to decide whether or not to keep our job but instead awake a terror of the ancient world and doom us all?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has

Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the
Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to McMartin), "That's a different game."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back
Floyd | into shallower water to the west.  The long cement pier finally ends
Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.  The cold
Floyd | salt water stings your eyes as you descend.
Floyd |

Floyd | Your stinging eyes and blurred vision prevent you from seeing anything
Floyd | interesting.
Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says, "goggles"
McMartin says (to Floyd), "x herring"
Floyd | Your blurred vision and salt stung eyes make it difficult to think
Floyd | about anything but clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
DavidW says, "oh, yeah. Goggles would be useful here."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back

Floyd | into shallower water to the west.  The long cement pier finally ends
Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "They're at the path?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You gaze longingly to the horizon.  Though it beckons you, you decide
Floyd | you're safer staying close to shore.
Floyd |

Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "yep"
DavidW says, "yup"
Jacqueline says, "Oops, west."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the
Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from

Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.

Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a pair of goggles, a sieve, a
Floyd | glass bottle, and a loose brick here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get goggles"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the

Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear goggles"
Floyd | You slide the cheap white strap over your head and slide the goggles

Floyd | down over your eyes.  They make an adequate, if uninspiring, seal.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few

Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back
Floyd | into shallower water to the west.  The long cement pier finally ends
Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky

Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emily has disconnected.
Emily goes home.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  It's layered with a suspension of mud and fine silt
Floyd | that sways to and fro with the pulsing tide.  Small, leafy plants
Floyd | climb from the mud like grasping fingers.
Floyd |    You see a snail shell, drifting in the mud.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back
Floyd | into shallower water to the west.  The long cement pier finally ends
Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the

Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a clam shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put snail shell in cavity"
Floyd | You try setting the snail shell into the cavity.  Nothing happens, and
Floyd | somehow, it just doesn't feel right.  Disappointed, you reclaim the

Floyd | snail shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "meh"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x cavity"
Floyd | It's a shallow cavity about the size of your two cupped palms, in both
Floyd | depth and circumference.  There's nothing in it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop snail shell"
Floyd | You toss the snail shell to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "score"
Floyd | "Hmm," you wryly think to yourself.  "Maybe I've been playing too many
Floyd | adventure games lately.  If only life worked that way."
Floyd |
Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but...
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling conflicted.  "Oh man, maybe I should quit," is what

Floyd | you've been thinking.  After the past week, you're of half a mind to
Floyd | do it, so you can pursue your own creative interests.  If only someone
Floyd | or something would present you with some convincing arguments to get
Floyd | you off the fence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says, "still feeling conflicted"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's back"
Floyd | Running along the dragon's back from the base of the head to the tail
Floyd | is a thick, bony ridge made of sea shells.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shells"
Floyd | Which shells do you mean, the mussel shell, the crab shell, the clam
Floyd | shell, the snail shell, or the dragon's shells?
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "When a major puzzle is solved, the 'score' command will change."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's shells"
Floyd | They're ordinary sea shells planted in strategic spots all over the
Floyd | dragon.  A long row of shells makes up the dragon's spine, and another

Floyd | set descends like a picket fence from its beaklike mouth, giving it a
Floyd | cartoonish overbite.  On the dragon's beak, just above two tiny
Floyd | nostrils, is a curiously empty cavity that looks like it might once
Floyd | have housed a large shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x dragon's spine"
Floyd | Running along the dragon's back from the base of the head to the tail
Floyd | is a thick, bony ridge made of sea shells.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles

Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Swim some more?"
DavidW says, "sure"
Emerald says, "yeah, let's"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle"
Floyd | I don't see any bottle here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "it's up at the Beach Path"
Jacqueline says, "Oh, hm."
DavidW says, "I think if you swim with the bottle, it fills automatically with seawater."
Jacqueline says, "Yeah - I wonder. Let's go get it."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "sw or w"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered

Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, a glass bottle, and a

Floyd | loose brick here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Sorry - had a minor cat emergency. Back now."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "get bottle"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier

Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the
Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few

Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | Salt water fills the glass bottle.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, North of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east, but you can swim back

Floyd | into shallower water to the west.  The long cement pier finally ends
Floyd | to the south, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | You launch yourself south with a vigorous crawl stroke.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting

Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Emerald), "Feel free to keep driving, since I had to duck away."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x pylons"
Floyd | Twin rows of cement pylons support the long pier.  Each pair of pylons
Floyd | is a single unit resembling a truncated letter 'A'.  Here in deeper
Floyd | water, the pylons rise an unknown height from the murky depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Well, there's the bottle auto-filling"
DavidW says, "and murky depths"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "climb pylons"
Floyd | You paddle up to a promising looking pylon, receiving a few minor
Floyd | bruises as the tide pushes you against the rough cement.
Floyd | Nevertheless, you cling to the inclined outside face and reach for the
Floyd | opposite side...  but no matter how hard you stretch, it's just too
Floyd | wide for you to get your arms around.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x pillars"
Floyd | The pylons supporting the pier come to an end here, mere feet from the
Floyd | sudden steep dropoff in the ocean floor.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering

Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies

Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | You glide to the south with a smooth breast stroke.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |    Resting on the rock is a great conch shell.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "get shell"
Floyd | As you reach for the attractive looking shell, it suddenly sprouts
Floyd | legs and scuttles into a deep fissure that bisects the rock!

Floyd | Apparently, the shell is home to some sort of crab.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the

Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "up"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |

Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x rock"
Floyd | It's a huge slab of porous, white rock, longer than you are tall and
Floyd | rising half your height from the muck of the ocean floor.  Its
Floyd | scabrous surface has been eroded cruelly by time and tide, and a deep
Floyd | fissure cuts through it, nearly cleaving it in two.  Tiny creatures
Floyd | crawl through the barnacles encrusting its gnarled surface, and small,
Floyd | broad leaved plants cling tenaciously to it.

Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab sends forth one probing eye stalk, then hastily withdraws it.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering

Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says, "hm"
Emerald asks, "ideas?"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which

Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to

Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x broken bottles"
Floyd | The bottles litter the beach, many of them shattered into sharp,
Floyd | dangerous fragments.  Spread among the broken glass are numerous thin,
Floyd | blue, plastic shards, the only remainders of the recycling canister.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I can't quite remember. I think the shrimp might be used as bait against the crab, but there's more to it than that."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "get broken bottles"
Floyd | You've already got one.  If you want to take another, perhaps you
Floyd | should dispose of that one first.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | pair of goggles (being worn), and a single glass bottle (containing
Floyd | salt water).

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "oh yeah, we have a bottle of water"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that

Floyd | extends from the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Pour it somewhere... the castle or the dragon?"
DavidW says, "I think I remember how to solve one of the puzzles."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "pour water on castle"
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "salt"
Floyd | The salt water spills out of the glass bottle and rejoins the
Floyd | elements.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet

Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "um, that's interesting."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "put insect in bottle"
Floyd | It's difficult, because they're so small...  but you lean in close,
Floyd | follow one likely specimen, and...  got it!  You cram the mite through
Floyd | the mouth of the water filled the bottle.  It worked!  You've got it!

Floyd | The tiny mite is floating around on the surface of the water.  Uh oh.
Floyd | You watch as the mite begins to paddle its six (or eight) legs
Floyd | furiously, headed for the bottom of the bottle.  Whatever you're going
Floyd | to do with the mite, you'd better do it soon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says, "okay, that's how to catch a mite"
McMartin asks, "Make the dragon breathe flame?"
DavidW says, "Throw it onto the broken glass to the north."
Emerald asks, "but what to do with it?"
Emerald says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to

Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | The mite continues its furious paddling.  It's almost to the bottom of
Floyd | the bottle.
Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "DavidW's idea is probabl better."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "pour salt water on broken bottles"
Floyd | You toss the bottle containing the mite onto the pile, where it

Floyd | shatters on impact.  For a moment, nothing happens.  Then you detect a
Floyd | tiny whiff of smoke. Other than that, still nothing.  You're just
Floyd | about ready to give up on your plan when you spot a writhing black
Floyd | line in the sand.  Holy cow!  It's a living stream made up of the tiny
Floyd | crustaceans.  Seconds later they swarm over the pile of broken glass.
Floyd | Before your astonished eyes they start dissolving the bottles and

Floyd | shards into tiny molten beads.  They carry the fiery glass to the
Floyd | middle of the pile.  Then come the towers, sprouting like overgrown
Floyd | stacks of soap bubbles.  The bulbous, head-sized building blocks
Floyd | budding before you are actually rough spheres of sand-filled glass.
Floyd | Apparently, with such an abundance of material to work with, the mites
Floyd | are building on a much larger scale.  Higher and higher climb the

Floyd | towers, until they nearly brush the bottom of the pier.  An abrupt
Floyd | flash of color catches your eye.  A sheet of thin blue plastic, once
Floyd | part of the glass recycling canister, is floating across the floor.
Floyd | Now that you've noticed it, there are pieces of plastic in motion all
Floyd | around you, each levitating a fraction of an inch above the ground.
Floyd | Instead of melting the plastic down, the mites carry the sheets to the

Floyd | perimeters of the tower and begin incorporating them into a spiraling
Floyd | ramp.  Step by step, the ramp corkscrews up and around until it wraps
Floyd | the pinnacle of the tallest tower. Finally, all growth ceases.  The
Floyd | finished structure looms over twice your height.
Floyd |
Floyd | Somehow this amazing spectacle has cut through your ingrained layers

Floyd | of cynicism to revitalize your waning belief in a world full of
Floyd | wondrous novelty.  It's enough to get you thinking about work again,
Floyd | in particular the way the same backdrop day after day has dulled your
Floyd | expectation for novelty.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling confused.  "I didn't realize how serious I was about

Floyd | quitting," is what you're now thinking.  The truth is, you didn't
Floyd | really believe you were going to find the motivation to quit here on
Floyd | the beach.  But it's hard to ignore the wonder of what you've seen.
Floyd | Maybe you really could quit.  Still, you're going to need a lot more
Floyd | convincing.
Floyd |

Floyd | Looking around, you spot one ancient, discolored bottle that was
Floyd | passed up by the mites.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "whoa, lotsa text"
DavidW says, "This bottle is a new one."
DavidW says, "someone should save"
McMartin says, "This really cries out for > PUBLISH RESULTS IN PRESTIGIOUS ZOOLOGICAL JOURNAL"
McMartin says (to floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2"
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

McMartin says (to floyd), "ssos2"
Floyd | I don't know the word "ssos2".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "ssos?"
Jacqueline says, "oh, the game title."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle"
Floyd | It's an ancient rum bottle, aged to the color of dull copper, and
Floyd | sealed with a thick sheath of blood red wax.  Much of its surface has
Floyd | been tinged an opaque sea green by the elements.  Ribbons of oily

Floyd | color twist through the splotchy patches of copper and green.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x bottle"
Floyd | It's an ancient rum bottle, aged to the color of dull copper, and

Floyd | sealed with a thick sheath of blood red wax.  Much of its surface has
Floyd | been tinged an opaque sea green by the elements.  Ribbons of oily
Floyd | color twist through the splotchy patches of copper and green.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "The rum is GONE and you don't even CARE"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Actually, maybe it's not; it's sealed, after all"
McMartin says (to floyd), "open bottle"
Floyd | Age and the elements have frosted the bottle nearly opaque, so you
Floyd | hold it up to the light of the setting sun.  The orange rays flash
Floyd | through the bottle's glossy patina, casting a dazzling kaleidoscope
Floyd | into your eyes.  The burst of light reveals what seems to be a rolled

Floyd | up sheet of parchment.  You start peeling the aged wax from the
Floyd | bottle.  It's so desiccated that it crumbles into flakes which float
Floyd | away on the light evening breeze.  The cork pulls loose from the
Floyd | bottle with a small pop.  You insert a finger into the bottle and
Floyd | slide out a rolled up parchment.  Unrolling it reveals...  a treasure
Floyd | map!  It must be at least a hundred years old.  Clearly, it was

Floyd | fashioned in another time.  Thick black strokes grace the rich
Floyd | parchment, drawn in a purposeful hand.  Fanciful trace works embellish
Floyd | the borders, and a spidery compass rose resides in one corner.  The
Floyd | black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the Savannah
Floyd | coast.  One island in particular bears a bold red X.  You examine the
Floyd | marker closer.  Why, that's right here on Tybee Island!

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "yay, treasure!"
McMartin says, "It's not a proper adventure without treasure"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says, "I think the stave is useful for digging re: this puzzle."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "read map"
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the
Floyd | Savannah coast.  One island in particular bears a bold red X.  You
Floyd | examine the marker closer.  It seems to be a bit west of here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x structure"
Floyd | I don't know the word "structure".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ramp"
Floyd | You feel as though you're looking at the original castle through a
Floyd | microscope.  Everything looks quite similar, from the beaded droplets
Floyd | to the climbing towers, but oh, so much larger.  The rounded building
Floyd | blocks of this castle are nearly the size of your head, and the
Floyd | tallest spires stand well over twice your height, climbing nearly to

Floyd | the underside of the pier.  The ramp that spirals up and around the
Floyd | tower's circumference is paved with sheets of blue plastic and seems
Floyd | wide enough to stand on.  Swarming over and through the castle's
Floyd | glossy crystalline surface are hoards of the tiny crustacean castle
Floyd | builders.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of

Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Decided to grow wings, have you?
Floyd |

Floyd | A flash of light catches your eyes.  It seems to have originated from
Floyd | the pipes running overhead.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb ramp"
Floyd | With great trepidation, you set one foot on the lowest part of the
Floyd | spiral ramp. It supports your weight.  You try the other foot.  When
Floyd | the ramp fails to collapse, you start climbing, slowly, carefully,
Floyd | leaning on the nearby towers for support.  Thank goodness for the blue
Floyd | plastic sheets inlaid in the ramp.  Without them, the glassy surface
Floyd | would be far too slick to climb.  You circle the castle once, twice,

Floyd | three times, four, all the while looking nervously up at the needle
Floyd | sharp spires.  Eventually, the ramp becomes too narrow for you to
Floyd | continue any further.  But, by bracing one foot against the topmost
Floyd | spire and standing on the toes of the other, you can just reach the
Floyd | pipes above.  You reach for the shining object and...  Ahh!  Your foot
Floyd | glides off the glossy spire and you fall to your behind on the ramp.

Floyd | Gravity takes over and sends you sliding down the ramp, rear end
Floyd | scraping blue plastic through turn after turn.  Finally, you slide
Floyd | into the sand at the base of the castle, unharmed.  Wow!  What a trip!
Floyd | Only then do you discover that you succeeded in pulling down the
Floyd | reflective object, because you've still got it clenched tightly in
Floyd | your white knuckled fist.

Floyd |
Floyd | You examine the object to discover that you've retrieved a black
Floyd | banded scuba mask.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Argh hoards"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mask"
Floyd | It's an expensive looking scuba mask.  The lens is a single large
Floyd | piece of glass, sides angled back to offer a wider field of vision.
Floyd | The lens is sealed on all sides with thick, black rubber, and held

Floyd | together by an equally tough neoprene strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x neoprene strap"
Floyd | The strap is made of thick, black neoprene, the same stuff wetsuits

Floyd | are made of.  It's only about as broad as your thumb where it meets
Floyd | the mask, but it fans out nearly to the breadth of your hand where it
Floyd | presses against the back of your head.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald asks, "can we breathe underwater now?"
DavidW says, "no"
DavidW says, "However, we can wear this mask and take apart the goggles."
Jacqueline says, "This is probably a better mask."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear mask"
Floyd | You try to put the mask on over the goggles, but it doesn't fit.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove goggles"
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "wear mask"
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head.  It

Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I thought it might change them out automagically."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x goggles"
Floyd | It's a cheap pair of plastic swim goggles, held together by a thin,
Floyd | white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove strap from goggles."
Floyd | You remove the white rubber strap from the pair of goggles.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x strap"
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene
Floyd | strap?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white"
Floyd | It's a thin, white, rubber strap about the length of your arm.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I think if we dived off the end of the pier, the goggles fall off, but the mask doesn't."
Jacqueline asks, "Why dive when we can just swim out?"
DavidW says, "oh. maybe I'm saying too much."
Emerald says, "maybe we can go deeper if we dive off the pier..."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting

Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the

Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Emerald), "may-be."
Jacqueline asks (of Emerald), "Good idea - want to drive, or do you want me to, as I now have a map?"
Emerald says, "you drive"
Jacqueline says, "mmkay"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the

Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.

Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.

Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, and a loose brick here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A

Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a

Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a shrimp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting

Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any
Floyd | lower.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier"
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and
Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out

Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space.  You steel yourself, take
Floyd | a deep breath, and...  jump!  You ready yourself for a neat
Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated.
Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash!  You
Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the
Floyd | backs of your thighs.  The water you displaced now comes rushing back

Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears.  Your momentum carries you several
Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface.
Floyd | You seem to have lost several of your posessions in the fall.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting

Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |    You see a cork, bobbing on the waves.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "ack"
Jacqueline asks, "undo, drop our stuff before doing?"
Emerald asks, "what were we carrying before the dive?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |

Floyd | The cork starts drifting slowly toward shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "the map, right? we'd better undo"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |    You see a cork, bobbing on the waves.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden

Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting

Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a treasure map,
Floyd | a scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all"
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles:  You toss the strapless pair of goggles
Floyd | to the ground.
Floyd | The antique bottle:  You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
Floyd | The cork:  You toss the cork to the ground.
Floyd | The treasure map:  You toss the treasure map to the ground.
Floyd | The white rubber strap:  You toss the white rubber strap to the

Floyd | ground.
Floyd | The shrimp:  You toss the shrimp to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier"
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and
Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out
Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space.  You steel yourself, take

Floyd | a deep breath, and...  jump!  You ready yourself for a neat
Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated.
Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash!  You
Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the
Floyd | backs of your thighs.  The water you displaced now comes rushing back
Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears.  Your momentum carries you several

Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered

Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting

Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite

Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire
Floyd | frame construction.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take wire"
Floyd | You give the trap a tentative yank, but it's buried too deeply in the
Floyd | face of the slope to come free.

Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and
Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break
Floyd | the surface.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with

Floyd | the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something unseen brushes by your waist.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look underwater"
Floyd | I don't know the word "underwater".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Ideas? Is this what the stave is for?"
Emerald says, "we could try"
Jacqueline says, "mmkay"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before

Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.

Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I think the stave has a few uses."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to

Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the

Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.

Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.

Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | Tall, sea-oat-covered dunes block your way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads

Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.

Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, and a loose brick here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick

Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.e.e."
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of

Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the

Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds

Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a
Floyd | treasure map, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting

Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it
Floyd | back.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "We'll lose it, but perhaps it floats."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off of pier"
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dive off pier"
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and
Floyd | maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out
Floyd | with your toes hanging out over empty space.  You steel yourself, take

Floyd | a deep breath, and...  jump!  You ready yourself for a neat
Floyd | cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated.
Floyd | You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash!  You
Floyd | hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the
Floyd | backs of your thighs.  The water you displaced now comes rushing back
Floyd | in to slap painfully at your ears.  Your momentum carries you several

Floyd | feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface.
Floyd | You seem to have lost one of your posessions in the fall.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies

Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |    You see a broken stave, bobbing on the waves.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says, "if it doesn't float, we can always try going in the sissy way"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d.d.d."
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave
Floyd | prevents you from going under.
Floyd |
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave

Floyd | prevents you from going under.
Floyd |
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave
Floyd | prevents you from going under.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "meh"
Jacqueline asks, "crowbar?"
DavidW asks, "what are you trying to do, exactly?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes

Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Dig out that wire thing."
DavidW says, "Have you looked at it yet? Maybe you only need to open it."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to

Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop stave"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also

Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies

Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming

Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting
Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire
Floyd | frame construction.

Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wire"
Floyd | The construction's function isn't immediately obvious, so you clear
Floyd | away some of the mud surrounding it.  It turns out to be a rough box
Floyd | made of wooden slats and chicken wire.  There's a gaping hole in one
Floyd | face, where something has punched through the wire and splintered the
Floyd | surrounding slats.  Apparently, it's a busted up lobster trap.
Floyd | Needless to say, the trap is empty.  In the process of uncovering the

Floyd | trap, you've also revealed a short length of thick rope that's tied to
Floyd | it.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take rope"
Floyd | You'll have to untie the length of rope from the busted trap first.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting

Floyd | off waves of panic.  You can control yourself no longer!  Instinct
Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when
Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface.  You
Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air.  After a few
Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your

Floyd | pounding veins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "maybe 'pull rope'"
Jacqueline says, "Or untie."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d.d.d."
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered

Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the

Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines

Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting

Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite

Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |    You see a length of rope, drifting in the mud.
Floyd |    The length of rope waves in the current, anchored to the busted

Floyd | trap.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "one or the other"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "untie rope"
Floyd | You detach the length of rope from the busted trap.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they

Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and
Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break
Floyd | the surface.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with

Floyd | the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rope"
Floyd | It's a short, stout section of rope, about half as long as you are
Floyd | tall and two thumb widths thick.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Should I go back down and try to do more, Emerald? What do you think?"
Emerald says, "I don't really think it seems like the trap will be useful."
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, me neither, just wanted to make sure."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w.w."
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also

Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees.
Floyd |
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |    You see a broken stave, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Go up and reunite our stuff?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the

Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, no, we want that stuff there."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, and a loose brick here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all"
Floyd | The length of rope:  You toss the length of rope to the ground.
Floyd | The broken stave:  You toss the broken stave to the ground.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "x ugly gap"
Floyd | I don't know the word "ugly".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "x gap"
Floyd | It's a gap in the path, where a brick has been removed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says (to Floyd), "look in gap"
Floyd | The gap is empty.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Mind the gap."
Jacqueline says, "(Sorry, couldn't resist)."
Jacqueline says, "Pretend I can punctuate."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank

Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "hehe"
Jacqueline says, "darn it - wrong way"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, and a
Floyd | broken stave here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.e.e."
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |

Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A

Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |

Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a

Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a
Floyd | treasure map, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp here.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get all"
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles:  Taken.
Floyd | The antique bottle:  Taken.

Floyd | The cork:  Taken.
Floyd | The treasure map:  Taken.
Floyd | The white rubber strap:  Taken.
Floyd | The shrimp:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new

Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w.w.w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the

Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A

Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |

Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of

Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, and a
Floyd | broken stave here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald asks, "now what - try to get the crab thingy that's underwater?"
Jacqueline asks, "Okay. We have all this crap. Now what?"
Emerald says, "timing"
Jacqueline says, "The crab on the rock? Could do."
Emerald asks, "or go treasure hunting?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop all"
Floyd | The strapless pair of goggles:  You toss the strapless pair of goggles
Floyd | to the ground.
Floyd | The antique bottle:  You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
Floyd | The cork:  You toss the cork to the ground.

Floyd | The treasure map:  You toss the treasure map to the ground.
Floyd | The white rubber strap:  You toss the white rubber strap to the
Floyd | ground.
Floyd | The shrimp:  You toss the shrimp to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick

Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "You could try to follow the map"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x map"
Floyd | It's a treasure map.  It must be at least a hundred years old.
Floyd | Clearly, it was fashioned in another time.  Thick black strokes grace
Floyd | the rich parchment, drawn in a purposeful hand.  Fanciful trace works
Floyd | embellish the borders, and a spidery compass rose resides in one
Floyd | corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map"
Floyd | You really need to be holding it to read it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get map"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map"
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the
Floyd | Savannah coast.  One island in particular bears a bold red X.  You
Floyd | examine the marker closer.  It seems to be a bit east of here.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I like how we're walking around in our goggles. We must look a sight."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read map"
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the
Floyd | Savannah coast.  One island in particular bears a bold red X.  You
Floyd | examine the marker closer.  It's right underfoot!

Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig"
Floyd | You painfully pull back several fingernails trying to dig a hole in
Floyd | the cement floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down

Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "heh"
Jacqueline says, "Well, I meant with the stave, but damn - concrete."
DavidW says, "You can go under the pavilion, y'know."
Emerald says, "okay, let's try under the pier"
Jacqueline says, "Oh. Duh."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a
Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber
Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting

Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the

Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Under Pavilion

Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig with stave"
Floyd | The broken stave doesn't make a very good shovel.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig"
Floyd | As best you can, you locate the spot indicated on the map.  Scooping
Floyd | sand away in great handfuls, you quickly excavate an area
Floyd | approximately a yard across and a couple of hand spans deep.  You

Floyd | don't manage to uncover anything interesting, but you're quite sure
Floyd | that this is the spot indicated on the map.  As you continue to dig,
Floyd | gravity and the slight wind join forces to send the surrounding sand
Floyd | sliding into the hole.  You can see that you're going to need a better
Floyd | digging implement than your hands if you're to make this hole any
Floyd | deeper.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Clam shell?"
Emerald says, "maybe we can attach something to the stave or the crowbar"
DavidW says, "hm. Not sure what the digging tool is. I thought the stave might've been it."
Emerald says, "try the clam shell, see what happens"
Jacqueline says, "Hm - rope + crowbar + stave = really awkward fragile shovel."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.n."
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting

Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the

Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass

Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
Floyd | shell, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get clam"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emerald says, "true"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s.w."
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting

Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the

Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an

Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is
Floyd | still visible.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "dig with shell"
Floyd | The clam shell doesn't make a very good shovel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e.n.w.sw."
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Emerald says, "I am probably thinking too much like an adventurer"
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the

Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.

Floyd |
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your

Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a
Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber
Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take crowbar and rope"
Floyd | The crowbar:  You've already got your hands full.
Floyd | The length of rope:  You've already got your hands full.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
McMartin says (to floyd), "tie clam shell to stave"
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a treasure map, a broken stave, and a clam
Floyd | shell.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The clam shell can't be attached to the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie stave to crowbar"
Floyd | The broken stave can't be attached to the crowbar.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "Maybe we need the shingle?"
Jacqueline asks, "Where was that?"
McMartin says (to floyd), "tie sieve to stave"
Floyd | The sieve can't be attached to the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "We saw it only in a bug."
McMartin says (to floyd), "tie rope to sieve"
Floyd | You need to be holding the length of rope before you can attach it to
Floyd | anything.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "Shingles will be on the pavilion roof."
Jacqueline asks, "wasn't there one elsewhere?"
Jacqueline says, "oh"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shingle"
Floyd | I don't see any shingle here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x askjhsd"
Floyd | I don't know the word "askjhsd".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Right."
Jacqueline says, "That's... obscure."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.  A number of
Floyd | wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "just checking that the game understands 'shingle'."
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on bench"
Floyd | The benches are too far away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald says, "most of the puzzles so far seem to be of the tweak-things-because-you-can-and-see-what-transpires variety"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb enclosure"
Floyd | You look longingly up at the red brick wall, but the roof of the
Floyd | enclosure is clearly out of reach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Among the Benches
Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for
Floyd | spectators, as there are numerous wooden benches here.  They're neatly
Floyd | arranged in two orderly rows.  What with all these benches, you half
Floyd | expect to see picnic tables, but there are none.  The main part of the
Floyd | pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south.  Beyond that, against the

Floyd | southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny
Floyd | snack bar.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "stand on bench"
Floyd | You choose a stable looking bench and clamber on to it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb onto roof"
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | You can't get any higher.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | The bench scrapes against the concrete floor as you leave it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Move the bench?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "push benches s"
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "move benches"
Floyd | You push the benches around into an untidy mess.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Emerald asks, "maybe the aluminium recycling container?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push bench s"
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bench"
Floyd | Choosing a bench at random, you grab hold of one end and raise it
Floyd | about a foot in the air.  The other end scrapes loudly against the
Floyd | concrete floor.  The bench is light enough to move around, but too
Floyd | bulky to carry, so you set it back down.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "hm"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bench south"
Floyd | You choose a bench at random, lift one end, and drag it noisily across

Floyd | the concrete floor.  You set it down by the brick restroom enclosure
Floyd | and go back for another.  Slowly, laboriously, you drag each bench in
Floyd | turn to the enclosure.  A bead of sweat trickles down your brow.
Floyd | Finally, your task is complete.  Out of a twisted sense of order, you
Floyd | set them up as you originally found them, in two neat rows.  Whew!
Floyd | You would hate to have to do all that again.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  They're neatly arranged in
Floyd | two orderly rows.
Floyd |

Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "aha - had to spell out south."
DavidW says, "yeah."
Emerald says, "that's a bit dodgy"
DavidW says, "This is an earlier era."
Jacqueline says, "Well, it's eleven years ago, so."
Jacqueline says, "Timing."
Emerald says (to Floyd), "stand on bench"
Floyd | You choose a stable looking bench and clamber on to it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Emerald says (to Floyd), "get on enclosure"
Floyd | You decide that you should probably get off of the benches first.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Ghogg says, "hm yeah, you had Jigsaw which had pushing in directions too, although I think it clarifies if you don't give a direction"
DavidW says, "if I remember correctly, we need to stack the benches against the enclosure."
Jacqueline says, "oh- hm. Wow."
Jacqueline says, "brb"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "stack benches"
Floyd | I don't see how you're going to do that while you're standing on one
Floyd | of them.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | The bench scrapes against the concrete floor as you leave it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "stack benches"
Floyd | You pile the benches up against the brick wall of the restroom
Floyd | enclosure, one on top of another, into a tower twice your height.
Floyd | They don't look very sturdy, but the wall does seem to add some
Floyd | support.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the

Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You'd better do something with the stuff you're carrying first.

Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all"
Floyd | The treasure map:  You toss the treasure map to the ground.
Floyd | The broken stave:  You toss the broken stave to the ground.
Floyd | The clam shell:  You toss the clam shell to the ground.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability.  The
Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm.  It seems to be shored up by the wall
Floyd | of the enclosure.  Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top.

Floyd |
Floyd | On the Enclosure
Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all

Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x canopy"
Floyd | The enormous canopy hangs directly overhead.  From down here, you can

Floyd | see into the darkened rafters, and detect the pattern of wooden slats
Floyd | that make up the underside of the canopy.  In fact, now that your eyes
Floyd | have adjusted to the relatively dim light, you can see a thin seam of
Floyd | light outlining a rectangular shape in the canopy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shape"
Floyd | The thin seam of light appears to outline a maintenance hatch hidden
Floyd | in the canopy above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch"
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean
Floyd | out over empty space.  You can just about reach the maintenance hatch.
Floyd | Unfortunately it's quite heavy, and at this angle you have no leverage
Floyd | with which to open it. Disappointed, you jump back down to the

Floyd | enclosure roof.  If only you had a long pole to push it back with.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "back"
DavidW says, "here's where we need the stave."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You test the top bench yet again.  It's still not as sturdy as you'd
Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do.  You set to climbing down the
Floyd | stack of benches.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a treasure map, a broken stave, and a clam shell here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Alas, I must flee for the evening."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw stave onto enclosure"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave.  It bounces off the enclosure and falls to
Floyd | the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the

Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put stave on benches"
Floyd | You choose a bench at random and set the broken stave on it.  (If you
Floyd | meant to set the broken stave on top of the stack, you can't do it
Floyd | without actually climbing it.)
Floyd |

Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Night, M."
Emerald says, "yeah, I really need to head off too"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a treasure map and a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Night, E."
Jacqueline says, "I have about an hour."
Emerald says, "see you later"
Jacqueline says, "See you."
McMartin leaves to the <<Warning: @get_child called with object 0 (PC = d00d) (will ignore further occurrences)>>
Emerald goes home. DavidW says, "I can't remember how to get the stave up there."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You'd better do something with the broken stave you're carrying first.
Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "put stave in mouth"
Floyd | Is there anything you wouldn't put in your mouth?
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "ha"
Jacqueline says, "heehee"
Tale moves out of the shadows. He has always been here, waiting.
Tale says (to Floyd), "throw stave"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "throw stave on roof"
Floyd | I don't see any roof here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw stave at canopy"
Floyd | The pavilion's canopy is too far away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "maybe the rope?"
Jacqueline says, "Hm. Guess the Verb."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.

Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a
Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a white rubber
Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take strap"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie strap to stave"
Floyd | You tie the white rubber strap to the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie strap to me"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to your wrist, joining
Floyd | the broken stave to your wrist.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a treasure map and a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline watches DW go.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability.  The
Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm.  It seems to be shored up by the wall
Floyd | of the enclosure.  Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the Enclosure
Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch"
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean
Floyd | out over empty space.  You can just about reach the maintenance hatch.

Floyd | Unfortunately it's quite heavy, and at this angle you have no leverage
Floyd | with which to open it. Disappointed, you jump back down to the
Floyd | enclosure roof.  If only you had a long pole to push it back with.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "'The Man' has taken over."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hatch with stave"
Floyd | You extend the wooden stave and give the maintenance hatch a good,
Floyd | stiff jab.  It rises up, swings on its hinges, and slams down on the
Floyd | roof.  A shower of sand and a broad angular shaft of orange light fall

Floyd | into your eyes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean

Floyd | out over empty space.  You can just reach the opening in the pavilion.
Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave
Floyd | yourself through the trap door.
Floyd |
Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and
Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch.

Floyd |
Floyd | On the Canopy
Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely.  A deeply orange
Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a
Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south.  To the east, the long pier
Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea.  Perhaps it's your

Floyd | imagination, but the sunset seems curiously enhanced from up here -
Floyd | more so than can be accounted for by the height of the canopy.
Floyd |    The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against
Floyd | the canopy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Tale), "heh"
DavidW asks, "are we ready to enjoy a sunset?"
Jacqueline says, "I am."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sunset"
Floyd | As you gaze into the distant sky, you feel an incredible sensation, as
Floyd | if your body were a balloon in the process of being inflated.  You
Floyd | rise, the canopy dropping away behind you.  Your mind and vision
Floyd | expand as you ascend high into the atmosphere, above even the towering
Floyd | hotels.  The world contracts beneath you.  It's as if you've become
Floyd | some huge bubble, and your entire surface acts like a lens,

Floyd | magnifying, intensifying.  Everything seems almost surreally
Floyd | beautiful.  The sun wavers a hair's breadth above the horizon like a
Floyd | fat, ripe, blood orange.  Its rays speed diagonally towards you
Floyd | through streamers of cloud turned to pink cotton candy.  The sweeping
Floyd | rays hazily rake the fertile wetlands that lie beyond the shore.
Floyd | Broad swathes of grassy emerald are bordered by wheat colored marshes.

Floyd | Green and gold are divided by snake-like ribbons of shadow and light,
Floyd | where twisting streams alternately capture and reflect the light.  The
Floyd | rays fade lazily to the east, smudging the sky with shades of peach
Floyd | and rose and lilac and cool, steely blue.  A pale moon hangs like a
Floyd | plump sand dollar in the milky blue eastern sky.  And beyond, the
Floyd | stars...

Floyd |
Floyd | Suddenly, the vision recedes as quickly as it came upon you, sending
Floyd | you plummeting like a falling star to the earth's welcoming grace.
Floyd | You find yourself in yourself again, standing on the wood shingled
Floyd | canopy in the cool air of the early evening light.
Floyd |

Floyd | You stand and consider the experience for a while.  You'd nearly
Floyd | forgotten how to appreciate the beauty of everyday life.  It's enough
Floyd | to get you to thinking about your job again, and how it consumes so
Floyd | much time that you can't even enjoy common miracles such as this.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're wavering.  "Maybe I'm being hasty," is what you're now

Floyd | thinking.  Sure, a couple of fancy displays now and then make life
Floyd | more interesting, but is that enough reason to quit your job?  And
Floyd | what about your employers?  What'll they do without you?  You're still
Floyd | going to need a few more convincing arguments.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW asks, "ready to continue?"
Jacqueline says, "Interesting plot."
Jacqueline says, "Yes."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower
Floyd | yourself through.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the Enclosure
Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar

Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shingle"
Floyd | I don't see any shingle here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "This game is unique."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You test the top bench yet again.  It's still not as sturdy as you'd
Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do.  You set to climbing down the
Floyd | stack of benches.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a treasure map and a clam shell here.

Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I'm sure I saw a shingle fall."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take map"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | North Face of Pavilion
Floyd | This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for
Floyd | spectators, while the main part of the pavilion floor sprawls largely
Floyd | to the south.  You can see a bunch of wooden benches there.  Beyond

Floyd | that, against the southern railing, you can see the brick faced
Floyd | enclosure and the tiny snack bar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from going that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while

Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.

Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a
Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a shrimp
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Where were the gulls?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You'd better do something with the treasure map you're carrying first.

Floyd | You'll need both hands free to climb.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop map"
Floyd | You toss the treasure map to the ground.

Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb benches"
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability.  The
Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm.  It seems to be shored up by the wall
Floyd | of the enclosure.  Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the Enclosure
Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean
Floyd | out over empty space.  You can just reach the opening in the pavilion.

Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave
Floyd | yourself through the trap door.
Floyd |
Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and
Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the Canopy
Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely.  A deeply orange
Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a
Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south.  To the east, the long pier
Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea.  Sadly, you can find no
Floyd | trace of your earlier vision, though the sunset is still glorious.

Floyd |    The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against
Floyd | the canopy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Wasn't it there we saw the bug, and might it be because it's there?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shingle"
Floyd | Which shingle do you mean, the rooftop shingles, or the loose shingle?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "loose"
Floyd | While it does wiggle a bit, it's still wedged pretty firmly in place.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "ah"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull shingle"
Floyd | Which shingle do you mean, the rooftop shingles, or the loose shingle?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "loose"
Floyd | While it does wiggle a bit, it's still wedged pretty firmly in place.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry loose shingle with stave"
Floyd | You locate the loose shingle and try to jam the stave beneath it, but
Floyd | the rows of shingles are too tightly mounted to permit the broad
Floyd | stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d. d"
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower
Floyd | yourself through.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the Enclosure

Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.
Floyd |

Floyd | You test the top bench yet again.  It's still not as sturdy as you'd
Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do.  You set to climbing down the
Floyd | stack of benches.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.

Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell and a treasure map here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a

Floyd | strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a shrimp
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crowbar"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick

Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie stave"
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the broken stave, separating it

Floyd | from your wrist.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave to the ground.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie crowbar to strap"
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene
Floyd | strap?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "white"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the crowbar,
Floyd | joining the crowbar to your wrist.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick

Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.

Floyd |    You see a clam shell and a treasure map here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | You nudge one of the benches in the tower to test for stability.  The
Floyd | tower shivers, but remains firm.  It seems to be shored up by the wall
Floyd | of the enclosure.  Carefully, slowly, you climb to the top.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the Enclosure
Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean
Floyd | out over empty space.  You can just reach the opening in the pavilion.

Floyd | Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave
Floyd | yourself through the trap door.
Floyd |
Floyd | As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and
Floyd | nearly sends you falling back through the hatch.
Floyd |

Floyd | On the Canopy
Floyd | The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely.  A deeply orange
Floyd | sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a
Floyd | golden ribbon to north and south.  To the east, the long pier
Floyd | stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea.  Sadly, you can find no
Floyd | trace of your earlier vision, though the sunset is still glorious.

Floyd |    The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against
Floyd | the canopy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline sits back, watches, and laughs at it all.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry loose shingle with crowbar"
Floyd | You locate the loose shingle and jam the crowbar beneath it.  You
Floyd | apply pressure and the shingle flies out with a loud snap, leaving
Floyd | behind a dark chink in the otherwise perfect rows.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take loose shingle"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x it"
Floyd | It's a thin, spade-shaped slice of wood, about two hand spans long and
Floyd | almost as wide.  It's slightly convex across its width, and tapered
Floyd | along its length so that one end is narrower than the other.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "'shape-shaped'"
DavidW says, "er, spade-"
Jacqueline says, "Spade-shaped, even."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You'd better do something with the loose shingle you're carrying
Floyd | first.  You'll need both hands free to climb.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Drop it over the edge?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose slingle over edge"
Floyd | I don't know the word "slingle".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose shingle over edge"
Floyd | I don't know the word "edge".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw loose shingle at path"
Floyd | I don't see any path here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shingle off roof"
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put loose shingle in hole"
Floyd | Hole?  What hole?  You don't see any hole here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put loose shingle in hatch"
Floyd | You toss the loose shingle through the maintenance hatch, where it
Floyd | clatters through the wooden rafters, glances off the enclosure roof,
Floyd | and crashes to the cement floor of the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d.d"
Floyd | You swing your legs down over the edge of the trap door and lower
Floyd | yourself through.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the Enclosure

Floyd | You're standing on the enclosure that houses the restrooms.  The
Floyd | cement floor spreads all around you to the north, and the snack bar
Floyd | lies just below you to the east.  If it weren't for the pavilion's
Floyd | canopy, you might have a nice view of the sunset.  Unfortunately, all
Floyd | you can see is the canopy's shadowy underside.
Floyd |

Floyd | You test the top bench yet again.  It's still not as sturdy as you'd
Floyd | like it to be, but it'll have to do.  You set to climbing down the
Floyd | stack of benches.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.

Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell, a treasure map, and a shingle here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the

Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take map, shingle"
Floyd | The treasure map:  Taken.

Floyd | The shingle:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone

Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump over railing"
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're
Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over
Floyd | empty space.  You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and...  jump!
Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined.  It seems
Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham!  Your feet hit the ground with a
Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand.  You

Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments.  After a time the stinging fades
Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a
Floyd | vertical position.  You seem to have lost several of your posessions
Floyd | in the fall.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |    You see a treasure map and a shingle, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel.
Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking

Floyd | away over the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd | The treasure map:  Taken.

Floyd | The shingle:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers
Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction.  A noise
Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the
Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier

Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to

Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an

Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is
Floyd | still visible.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "read map"
Floyd | The black strokes describe the chain of islands dominating the
Floyd | Savannah coast.  One island in particular bears a bold red X.  You
Floyd | examine the marker closer.  It's right underfoot!
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig with shingle"
Floyd | Sand continues to slide in from the hole's rim, but you're able to
Floyd | keep abreast of it through vigorous use of the shingle.  You keep on
Floyd | digging, making the hole deeper and wider.  You climb into the hole to

Floyd | facilitate the excavation, and soon you're knee deep in it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | You continue digging industriously.  You're forced to stop for a

Floyd | moment to wipe the sweat from your brow, but you shortly resume your
Floyd | labor.  When you next look up, you discover that you're waist deep in
Floyd | the hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | Your back aches from stooping and lifting, and you're covered with
Floyd | sweat, but you keep on digging.  That treasure must be here somewhere,
Floyd | you're just sure of it!  Though if you don't find something soon, you
Floyd | may be out of luck.  You're standing in the hole up to your chest, and

Floyd | the sand sliding in from the rim is starting to make you nervous.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | You pause for a moment to contemplate the fruits of your labors.  The

Floyd | hole rises nearly over your head.  You shudder with a quick chill as
Floyd | the early evening breeze strokes your sweat coated skin.  Or perhaps
Floyd | it's the sight of all the sand spilling down the rim of the hole.
Floyd | Then, with a dedication born of pure greed, you set the shingle to the
Floyd | bottom of the hole and continue digging.  Hardly a moment has passed
Floyd | when, chunk, you strike something!  You bend down to see what you've

Floyd | found, and...
Floyd |
Floyd | ...  fall into black.
Floyd |
Floyd | You come awake groggily, with pounding head.  You seem to be lying on
Floyd | your side in the cold and damp.  You try to sit up, but your arms are

Floyd | somehow pinned behind you.  In fact, it feels like they're tied down.
Floyd | You can even feel a coarse rope tied roughly around you.  Your eyes
Floyd | are gummed shut, but you force them open and take in your surroundings
Floyd | with blurred vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't even begin to imagine how, but you've come to be lying in

Floyd | some sort of underground grotto.  The walls and ceiling are of rough
Floyd | stone, and water drips from the ceiling and puddles around you on the
Floyd | stony floor.  A cool breeze on your back suggests that the cavern
Floyd | extends to some distance behind you.  Nearby, a thin, sandy shore
Floyd | descends towards a sheltered inlet.  The inlet follows the cove as it
Floyd | bends out of sight towards the sea, while pink tongues of sunset reach

Floyd | back around the bend to lick the dark walls of the cave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "oh dear. I forgot. There might be pirates."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie rope"
Floyd | You rock back and forth on the stony ground, struggling to break free
Floyd | of the rope that binds you.  The motion sets your head to throbbing
Floyd | and the coarse rope tears into your flesh, but you're unable to free
Floyd | yourself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Oh dear."
Tale says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | It's hard to tell with your hands tied behind you, but you don't seem
Floyd | to be carrying anything.
Floyd |

Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can hear new sounds coming from around the bend.  The protesting
Floyd | creak of old wood is accompanied by soft, irregular splashes, and
Floyd | punctuated by the base tones of a grumbled conversation.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd | Ugh.  Your whole body throbs painfully with the blood pulsing dully
Floyd | through your veins.
Floyd |

Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" DavidW says, "This might be a long cutscene. I'm not sure."
Floyd | The back of your head throbs, and coarse rope binds your arms.  You
Floyd | can't sit up or even focus your eyes well enough to do that.
Floyd |
Floyd | A drop of water falls from the stony ceiling and lands with a plip on
Floyd | the puddled ground.
Floyd |

Floyd | A boat rows into sight from around the bend.  It's a small, wooden
Floyd | dinghy, rowed by two scruffy looking individuals.  With your vision
Floyd | blurred, you can't tell much more about them from here.  You can hear
Floyd | small snippets of their grumbled conversation, but not enough to make
Floyd | sense of it.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "We might be dreaming. Or we might be dead from all that sand sliding in on us."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen"
Floyd | The two men's coarse voices carry over the placid waters of the inlet.
Floyd |

Floyd | The wooden dinghy scrapes up onto the thin shore, and the two men
Floyd | slowly clamber out.  Though they're quite close, their conversation is
Floyd | still garbled.  Their voices are deep and slurred, with a grating
Floyd | timbre that sends a chill crawling across your aching scalp.  They
Floyd | seem to be discussing the previous night's debaucheries.
Floyd |    The heavier of the pair rubs a meaty hand through his matted hair

Floyd | and says, "Gar, oy still don't see why oy have to come collect t' new
Floyd | recruit.  T'ain't enough I been t' cudgel man?"
Floyd |    "Oh, shut yer stinkin' hole, McGintie.  I be just as smashed as
Floyd | you.  Cab'in says do, ye do.  Unless ye want yer throat cut here to
Floyd | ear."  The second speaker draws one hand across his throat in a quick
Floyd | slashing motion.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie rope"
Floyd | You rock back and forth on the stony ground, struggling to break free
Floyd | of the rope that binds you.  The motion sets your head to throbbing

Floyd | and the coarse rope tears into your flesh, but you're unable to free
Floyd | yourself.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gentle surf laps against the thin shore.
Floyd |
Floyd | The foul reek of boozy breath chokes you as the pair scuffle your way.

Floyd | They're close enough now that you can make them out in better detail.
Floyd | It's ludicrous, but they seem to be dressed as...  pirates.  Though
Floyd | groggy and filled with fear, you're struck by the sheer lunacy of the
Floyd | situation.  It nevertheless seems frighteningly real when the pair
Floyd | come to stand over you and look down with vile, appraising eyes.
Floyd |    "Gar, it's awake, it is.  Feisty one, this," says the heavier man.

Floyd |    The slender man nods agreement.  "Aye, and let's get it back quick,
Floyd | 'fore my noggin explodes."
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask pirates about treasure"
Floyd | The heavier of the two men bends ponderously at the knees and looks
Floyd | into your face with a crooked grin.  "Gar, ain't you t' lucky one.
Floyd | We're takin' you on a free 'round 't world trip!  Har, har!"  His
Floyd | belly shakes with laughter at his wry pronouncement.
Floyd |
Floyd | A drop of water falls from the stony ceiling and lands with a plip on

Floyd | the puddled ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | The second speaker grabs you by the hair and starts dragging you over
Floyd | the rough ground towards the dinghy.  The cloud of alcoholic fumes
Floyd | surrounding the brigands brings a gorge to your throat.  You sputter
Floyd | and choke and fight to breathe, but the rope still binds your arms

Floyd | tightly behind you, restricting the passage of air to your lungs.
Floyd | Just when you've decided you must vomit or die, your abductors heave
Floyd | you up, over the lip of the dinghy, and in.  You fall...
Floyd |
Floyd | ...  and wake, back on the beach, coughing up sand as someone pounds
Floyd | forcefully on your back.  After a moment, your fit subsides and your

Floyd | throat seems to be clear, though your mouth is still full of grit.
Floyd |    The pounding stops, and a kindly male voice speaks.  "You alright?
Floyd | Can you breathe?"
Floyd |
Floyd | You look around to find the elderly couple you've seen strolling the
Floyd | beach, looking down at you concernedly.

Floyd |    "We heard you shout," says the woman.  Seeing the look of confusion
Floyd | on your face, she says "When the sand fell in on you."
Floyd |    "We pulled you out," says the man.  "What were you doing, digging
Floyd | so deeply, anyway?"
Floyd |    "Oh, it doesn't matter," says she.  "What's important is that
Floyd | you're all right."  She looks into your eyes for any sign of lasting

Floyd | damage.  "You are all right, my dear?"
Floyd |    You nod your head, yes.  "Thank you."  The words burn in your
Floyd | throat, but your breath is returning to normal.
Floyd |    "Would you like us to help you home, or call anyone for you?"
Floyd |    You shake your head in the negative.  "Thanks, I'll be fine."
Floyd |    "Well, all right, dear.  But do try to be more careful!"  And with

Floyd | that, the elderly couple strolls away to the east, throwing an
Floyd | occasional concerned glance back your way.
Floyd |
Floyd | Thank goodness, all the pain and grogginess you felt lying in the
Floyd | grotto has disappeared as if it never was.  Nevertheless, all the
Floyd | digging and the subsequent near burial has left you winded.  You rest

Floyd | for a moment, taking stock of...  what?  Was it a vision?  Past life
Floyd | experience?  Suddenly, the word 'shanghaied' pops into your head.
Floyd | You're reminded of your visit to Savannah's famed Pirate House.
Floyd | According to city history, honest-to-goodness pirates frequented the
Floyd | place in the buccaneering days of Savannah's past, largely for
Floyd | convenient access to the caves beneath the tavern.  These underground

Floyd | caverns connected the Pirate House to nearby River Street.  The
Floyd | brigands frequently took advantage of these caverns in order to
Floyd | discreetly carry drunken 'new recruits' out to their ships.  The
Floyd | hapless abductees would later wake to find themselves miles from
Floyd | shore, with no recourse but to join the ship's crew.
Floyd |

Floyd | Of course, that still doesn't begin to explain your strange
Floyd | experience.  It's reminded you that the true "treasures" are life and
Floyd | freedom.  But suddenly, you recall frighteningly similar nightmares
Floyd | where you were locked into eternal servitude by your slavish job.  The
Floyd | realization jolts you back to your ongoing internal debate.
Floyd |

Floyd | You're feeling hesitant.  "Well now, wait a minute," is what you're
Floyd | now thinking.  What's life about if not living?  And much as you hate
Floyd | to admit it, your employers can probably replace you easily.  You're
Floyd | still not quite decided, but it would only take several more arguments
Floyd | to set your mind.
Floyd |

Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister, a scuba mask, a treasure
Floyd | map, a shingle, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap here.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:
DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf3"
Floyd | Saved.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "Whoa, textdump. But a nice one. In this game, you actually want to know what it'S all about."
DavidW says, "I think there's two more major puzzles. The one with the crab/shells/dragon, and the deep underwater one."
Jacqueline says, "Can we fiddle with the dragon, yet? I want it to come to life and smite the insect castle."
DavidW says, "Also, now that there's been a sunset, I think we should head to the pier end."
Jacqueline asks, "From on top, or down below?"
DavidW says, "I think the fisherman leaves to go home."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get all"
Floyd | The scuba mask:  Taken.
Floyd | The treasure map:  Taken.
Floyd | The shingle:  Taken.
Floyd | The white rubber strap:  You take the white rubber strap and the
Floyd | crowbar.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop map, shingle"
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the
Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd | Storage Area

Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the
Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Against the rear wall is
Floyd | a large bin full of used paper products.  Next to that is a plain
Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board.
Floyd |    You see a steel key here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Floyd | The treasure map:  You toss the treasure map to the ground.
Floyd | The shingle:  You toss the shingle to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Oops"
Jacqueline says, "I was just going to put it in the one locale."
DavidW says, "oh. sorry"
DavidW says, "I think we're done with those two items, though."
Jacqueline says, "But I guess I went the wrong way, anyway."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above

Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but

Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair
Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a shrimp, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "What should we take?"
DavidW asks, "What puzzle are you trying to solve?"
Jacqueline says, "I thought you had an idea for going to the end of the pier."
DavidW says, "Well, I don't remember what happens when the man leaves."
DavidW says, "I think he leaves something behind that helps get the conch shell."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.

Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby

Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of

Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any
Floyd | lower.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about man"
Floyd | His steely grey eyes hardly flicker.  "I am what I am, youngster."
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about sun"
Floyd | The old man's eyes never stray from the sea.  "Aye, 'tis a beaut."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to
Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked.  Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks
Floyd | the surface!  But victory is short lived.  The line snaps and the old
Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sack"
Floyd | It's a heavy, brown, burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in sack"
Floyd | It seems to be empty.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man reels in a whopper of a fish, which he tosses into the
Floyd | bucket by his feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about sack"
Floyd | Apparently the old man isn't interested in talking about that.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to
Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked.  Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks
Floyd | the surface!  But victory is short lived.  The line snaps and the old
Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bucket"
Floyd | It's an ordinary, if somewhat corroded, metal pail, full of fish
Floyd | caught by the old man.

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search fish"
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his fish and fires off a
Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your
Floyd | forehead.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it
Floyd | back.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about fish"
Floyd | He glances down at the fish in the pail.  "That's today's catch.
Floyd | 'Relda'll cook 'em up nice."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about fishing"
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically.  "'Relda and the kids picked it out for
Floyd | my birthday."
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about relda"
Floyd | He gazes wryly out to sea.  "My one true lady love.  After the sea,
Floyd | that is.  Couldn't live without either of 'em."
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about sea"
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about island"
Floyd | The old man just grips his rod more tightly.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about crab"
Floyd | The old man just grips his rod more tightly.
Floyd |
Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the
Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing.  The old man jerks in surprise

Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about his rod"
Floyd | I don't know the word "his".

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about rod"
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically.  "'Relda and the kids picked it out for
Floyd | my birthday."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to
Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked.  Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks
Floyd | the surface!  But victory is short lived.  The line snaps and the old
Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet.
Floyd |

Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about pirates"
Floyd | >
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it

Floyd | back.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about treasure"
Floyd | "Hmph.  Fools goin' lightly an all that."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about map"
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about marlin"
Tale says (to Floyd), "ask man about bait"
Floyd | I don't know the word "marlin".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "bait".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about pavilion"
Floyd | An uncomfortable silence ensues.

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Not late enough yet?"
DavidW says, "no, it might be that the sunset isn't the trigger, but using the shrimp correctly."
Tale says, "Grar, I really need to go. Have fun you two."
Jacqueline says (to Tale), "We might not finish."
Jacqueline says, "I have to head out in half an hour or so."
Tale goes south through the orange door.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, and a white rubber strap.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Tale asks, "Will we continue later or leave the game as it is?"
Jacqueline says, "Hm. I am feeing uninspired and uncreative about our prawn."
Jacqueline says (to Tale), "Not sure."
DavidW says, "I think the prawn is used vs. the crab."
Jacqueline says, "Are you wanting to finish up? I was thinking David and I might just pick it up later, since he slept all morning, and I'll be back in a couple or three hours. But we could continue tomorrow, since I'm off tomorrow."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.

Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Jacqueline asks, "So go out to the rock?"
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair
Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a shrimp, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Tale says, "Whatever you do, it'll be nice if you'd mail the transcript to Ivan."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to shrimp"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining
Floyd | the crowbar to the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "oHO."
Jacqueline says, "Fishing line."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the

Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the

Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles

Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock

Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first.
Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, and a shrimp.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask"
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head.  It
Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges past, wetting you up to the waist and

Floyd | nearly toppling you from your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few

Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles

Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the

Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab"
Floyd | "Hmm..."  you think to yourself, "...maybe I can lure the crab out
Floyd | with a tasty treat."  You give yourself a little pat on the back for
Floyd | your cleverness.
Floyd |
Floyd | You lower the shrimp toward the fissure, but a nagging voice in the
Floyd | back of your mind suggests that you might never see the white rubber

Floyd | strap or the crowbar again.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Hm."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "untie shrimp"
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the shrimp, separating it from
Floyd | the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the crowbar.  The strap sinks
Floyd | beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water along with the
Floyd | crowbar.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You plop down into the shallow water and let the gentle waves knock
Floyd | against your shoulders.  The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes
Floyd | contact with the salt water.
Floyd |

Floyd | A gentle wave rides up the slope of your back as you sit in the
Floyd | shallow water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | (Getting off of the ground first.)
Floyd |
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar"
Floyd | You toss the crowbar and the white rubber strap to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto

Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon

Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale enters from the south, through an unauthorized orange door.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "show shrimp to crab"
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the

Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "We need cammo."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab"
Floyd | You release the shrimp.  Free of your grip, it darts immediately
Floyd | toward the dark fissure in the rock.  With surprising speed, the crab
Floyd | comes to life and goes after it.  The chase is brief, and shortly the

Floyd | crab retreats to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw.  Hmm.  If
Floyd | only you had some way of holding on to the shrimp.  You release the
Floyd | shrimp.  Free of your grip, it darts immediately toward the dark
Floyd | fissure in the rock.  With surprising speed, the crab comes to life
Floyd | and goes after it.  The chase is brief, and shortly the crab retreats
Floyd | to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw.  Hmm.  If only you had

Floyd | some way of holding on to the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its claws and clacks them together menacingly.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Tale asks, "A fishing line?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | You thrust your hand boldly into the fissure and probe the darkness,
Floyd | trying to grab the conch shell.  Ouch!  Something bit you!  Or maybe

Floyd | pinched you.  Either way, you jerk your hand free and examine it.
Floyd | Fortunately, whatever it was didn't break the skin.  It occurs to you
Floyd | to find some way to lure the crab out.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "No crow bar, just the strap?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your

Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky

Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "maybe the rope?"
DavidW says, "I don't remember."
Jacqueline says, "It was a very big rope."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |    You see a crowbar and a white rubber strap, lying in the sand.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crowbar"
Floyd | You take the white rubber strap and the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "What about getting line from the old man?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The

Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still

Floyd | visible.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |

Floyd | A snowy white gull apparently materializes right in the middle of the
Floyd | flock, cranes its neck as if searching for someone, and then
Floyd | dematerializes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair
Floyd | of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a broken stave here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar"
Floyd | You toss the crowbar and the white rubber strap to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of

Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're

Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier

Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a shrimp here.

Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any

Floyd | lower.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to shrimp"
Floyd | You try, but the coarse rope is too thick to be knotted around the
Floyd | shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man's mind must have been wandering.  He jerks suddenly back
Floyd | to attention, evidently the result of a tug on his line.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x line"
Floyd | It looks like 40lb test.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about line"
Floyd | He shrugs his cast iron shoulders.  "Not much to say about it,
Floyd | youngster."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a whopper of a fish, which he tosses into the
Floyd | bucket by his feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man for line"
Floyd | He twangs the active line to check for tautness.  "Sorry youngster,
Floyd | can't spare any line today."
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take money"
Floyd | You'd better just leave it in your pocket.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about flask"
Floyd | I don't know the word "flask".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "buy line from man"
Floyd |
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Floyd | TABLE>.<NO SYMBOL TABLE>"]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Oh wow."
Jacqueline says, "Didn't expect that."
DavidW says, "I want to retie the rope to the wire frame, then try pulling it."
Jacqueline says, "Go for it."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w.w.w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier

Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops

Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a loose brick, a strapless pair of goggles, an
Floyd | antique bottle, a cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, and a white rubber
Floyd | strap here.

Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp"
Floyd | You toss the shrimp to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se. e. e. e."
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel.

Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking
Floyd | away over the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into

Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | Something unseen brushes by your waist.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a length of rope.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | You launch yourself north with a heart pumping butterfly stroke.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting

Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered

Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting

Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite

Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to trap"
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it
Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents.

Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull trap"
Floyd | Pulling the busted trap doesn't have any effect.
Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.
Floyd |

Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting
Floyd | off waves of panic.  You can control yourself no longer!  Instinct
Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when
Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface.  You
Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air.  After a few

Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your
Floyd | pounding veins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the

Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.

Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting
Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.

Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.

Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig mud"
Floyd | I don't see any mud here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trap"
Floyd | It's a rough box made of wooden slats and chicken wire.  There's a
Floyd | gaping hole in one face, where something has punched through the wire
Floyd | and splintered the surrounding slats.  Apparently, it's a busted up
Floyd | lobster trap.  Needless to say, the trap is empty.

Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that

Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take trap"
Floyd | You give the trap a tentative yank, but it's buried too deeply in the
Floyd | face of the slope to come free.
Floyd |

Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting

Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig slope"
Floyd | I don't know the word "slope".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to trap"
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it
Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | You try to tie the length of rope to the busted trap, but find it
Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents.

Floyd |
Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting
Floyd | off waves of panic.  You can control yourself no longer!  Instinct
Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when
Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface.  You

Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air.  After a few
Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your
Floyd | pounding veins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Should I not have untied it to begin with?"
DavidW says, "no. More likely I have the wrong idea."
DavidW says, "We can try to work on the other puzzle."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w."
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before

Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.

Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Well, I don't think we can, because we need that conch shell, right?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into

Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something brushes your shoulder.  You pivot, instinctively, just in

Floyd | time to see a gull sweep past your head.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered

Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a loose brick, a strapless pair of goggles, an

Floyd | antique bottle, a cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber
Floyd | strap, and a shrimp here.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop rope"
Floyd | You toss the length of rope to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take brick"
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth and manage to get your fingers under
Floyd | it.  Oof!  It's heavy!  It takes both hands to carry it, and the
Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up.  You'd better

Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it
Floyd | for too long.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Brick in hands, you stagger up the concrete ramp.  It's a good thing
Floyd | the ramp was there, as you doubt you could have carried the brick up
Floyd | all those stairs.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.

Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point

Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your arms and shoulders feel a bit sore from carrying the weight of
Floyd | the brick.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You stagger out of the shady pavilion and onto the long pier.  The
Floyd | weight of the brick makes the lengthy pier look even longer than
Floyd | usual.
Floyd |

Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |

Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | You let the brick hang lower, and it relieves the soreness in your
Floyd | arms a bit, but your lower back strains as it's forced to pick up the
Floyd | slack.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You stagger into the shade of the small shelter, brick still in hands.
Floyd |

Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.

Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your hands are starting to cramp from clutching the brick, and your

Floyd | lower back is in agony, forcing you to bend over almost double.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump"
Floyd | Not while you're carrying that brick.
Floyd |
Floyd | Finally, you can carry the brick no more.  It bangs to the ground with
Floyd | a loud, scraping thud that you feel in the soles of your feet, and

Floyd | narrowly misses your toes.  Relieved of the brick's weight, you
Floyd | quickly straighten up.  All your aching body parts cry out in relief.
Floyd | You flex your hands to loosen them up, then plant them at your sides
Floyd | and bend backwards until you feel your spine crack.  Ahh!
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take brick"
Floyd | You rock the brick back and forth and manage to get your fingers under
Floyd | it.  Oof!  It's heavy!  It takes both hands to carry it, and the

Floyd | muscles in your lower back protest as you straighten up.  You'd better
Floyd | decide where you want to go now, because you won't be able to carry it
Floyd | for too long.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "dive"
Floyd | You try to dig a hole to China, but don't get very far.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your arms and shoulders feel a bit sore from carrying the weight of

Floyd | the brick.
Floyd |
Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the
Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing.  The old man jerks in surprise
Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | If you want to jump off the pier, you should say so.  Otherwise, there
Floyd | is no way down.
Floyd |

Floyd | You let the brick hang lower, and it relieves the soreness in your
Floyd | arms a bit, but your lower back strains as it's forced to pick up the
Floyd | slack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls a flask from his pocket and takes a hearty swig.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier"
Floyd | The old man watches with flinty eyes as you set the brick on the
Floyd | railing and then climb over, coming to rest on the outside of the
Floyd | railing with your heels hanging over open air.  Suddenly, you realize

Floyd | you won't be able to turn around while carrying the brick.  You
Floyd | swallow and resign yourself to going off backwards.  A trembling spasm
Floyd | flits through your calves as you raise the brick. You count three,
Floyd | take a deep breath, and...  jump!  You fall fast and hit the water,
Floyd | hard, with your face, throwing spray everywhere.  The weight of the
Floyd | brick drags you down fast, faster.  You fall down and down alongside

Floyd | an enormous dropping slope, and the water turns cold around you while
Floyd | the pressure pierces your ears with shards of glass.  You throw back
Floyd | your head and howl in pain, losing most of your air in a glittering
Floyd | swarm of bubbles, and still you fall into darkness.  But below you is
Floyd | a speck of light, and even as you fall from the sunlight, this new
Floyd | light gives you hope.  It grows as the sun diminishes, and though it

Floyd | gives off no warmth, it cheers you slightly.  The barbed pain in your
Floyd | ears subsides.  You fall further and further, and finally, you hit
Floyd | bottom with a dull thud that raises a cloud of mud.  When the mud
Floyd | clears you find you've somehow lost track of the brick.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into...  the huge staring eye
Floyd | of an enormous octopus!

Floyd |
Floyd | Your lungs are almost empty of air after your long descent.  You can
Floyd | already feel burning tendrils of pain spreading through your chest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "huh"
Jacqueline asks, "Should we save?"
DavidW says, "yeah"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf4"
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I don't remember what to do next, but I think there's a diving bell here for air somewhere."
Tale says (to Floyd), "pinch eye"
Floyd | I don't know the word "pinch".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x octopus"
Floyd | You examine the 'octopus' more closely.  You can see now that it's
Floyd | nothing more than a rusty old diving bell.  But it really does look
Floyd | like an enormous octopus stretching up from the ocean floor.  Its
Floyd | rusting, barnacle encrusted head is supported by four thin, stilted

Floyd | tentacles which disappear into the swirling sands.  Completing the
Floyd | illusion are a pair of plate sized eyes, which stare at you with
Floyd | shining intensity while producing the light that lured you so deep.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.

Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air
Floyd | filled chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus'

Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell.
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking
Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve.  By some miracle of good
Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air.  Several thick round
Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths.  A surprising amount of light
Floyd | passes through them from the outside.

Floyd |
Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look through porthole"
Floyd | You glance out the porthole expecting to see little more than muck and
Floyd | murk.  Instead, you're confronted with a breathtaking vision.  The
Floyd | stygian depths have parted to permit a single powerful beam of
Floyd | sunlight, which illuminates a scene of startling beauty.  The ocean
Floyd | floor beyond the portholes is grown over with a coral reef that swarms
Floyd | with a kaleidoscopic variety of life.  Brain coral sprout like fungi,

Floyd | their convoluted folds home to tiny, salmon colored shrimp.  Larger
Floyd | crustaceans are visible here and there, hiding in shadow as they wait
Floyd | for their unwary prey.  Schools of fish swarm in great prismatic
Floyd | clouds, their pale bellies reflecting tiny bursts of light as they
Floyd | wheel and twirl.  Fluted ivory branches climb surface ward, reaching
Floyd | like grasping fingers for the silver fish that dart among them.  And

Floyd | presiding over all like the kings of yore are great purple sea fans,
Floyd | which wave majestically in the currents as if bestowing grace upon
Floyd | their radiant subjects.
Floyd |
Floyd | Discovering all this at such great depth and so far north is nothing
Floyd | short of miraculous.  You'd almost forgotten the pleasant thrill of

Floyd | finding beauty in unexpected places.  It starts you thinking about
Floyd | work again, in particular the way it dulls your interest in searching
Floyd | for wonder.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling skittish.  "Could I really do this?"  is what you're
Floyd | asking yourself.  You've unconsciously begun tallying your savings.

Floyd | You've even got the beginnings of a resignation letter going in the
Floyd | back of your mind.  If only you had a couple more arguments to put
Floyd | your mind at rest.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice that the mud beneath the coral seems oddly level.  In fact,
Floyd | one patch in particular doesn't look like mud at all.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search patch"
Floyd | The patch of level surface is too far away.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patch"
Floyd | You pier out through the scratched glass straining for more detail.
Floyd | Eyes squinting, tongue poking through teeth in concentration, you can
Floyd | just make out some sort of pattern hidden beneath the mud...

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long

Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful
Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "move mud"
Floyd | You can't move the mud.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful

Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search patch"
Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful

Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern"
Floyd | Unfortunately, you can't make much out through the mud.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful

Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean mud"
Floyd | You have no way to secure yourself, which makes moving the mud a
Floyd | difficult process.  But you scrape it away industriously, waving it
Floyd | off in large swathes. The mud rises, clouding the surrounding water,
Floyd | but the pattern becomes slightly clearer.  You can just make out a

Floyd | single black footprint.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint"
Floyd | You can just make out what appears to be a black footprint.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air
Floyd | filled chamber.
Floyd |

Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus'
Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell.
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking
Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve.  By some miracle of good
Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air.  Several thick round
Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths.  Sadly, all is dark beyind

Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint"
Floyd | I don't see any footprint here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "patch"
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patch"
Floyd | You pier out through the scratched glass straining for more detail.
Floyd | Eyes squinting, tongue poking through teeth in concentration, you can
Floyd | just make out some sort of pattern hidden beneath the mud...
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and

Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful
Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.

Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x footprint"
Floyd | You can just make out what appears to be a black footprint.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on footprint"
Floyd | I don't know how to stand on the obscured pattern.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.

Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air
Floyd | filled chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus'
Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell.
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking

Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve.  By some miracle of good
Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air.  Several thick round
Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths.  Sadly, all is dark beyind
Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long

Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful
Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they

Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean pattern"
Floyd | You continue waving mud from the pattern, further clouding the water.

Floyd | You manage to uncover a second footprint, and a curved line connecting
Floyd | them both.
Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
K-Y says, "It occurs to me that once again we're missing out on the special status line"
Jacqueline asks, "Oh, there's a special status line?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "g"
Floyd | At last you can make out the pattern.  It's a dance diagram.  There
Floyd | can be no doubt.  Black footprints connected by swooping lines
Floyd | describe an intricate dance step.  A sudden burst of recognition hits
Floyd | you.  This flat surface must be a chunk of the original Tybrisa
Floyd | Pavilion!  You wish you could tell what dance was being described
Floyd | here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

K-Y says, "Mood status, basically"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air
Floyd | filled chamber.
Floyd |

Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus'
Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell.
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking
Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve.  By some miracle of good
Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air.  Several thick round
Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths.  Sadly, all is dark beyind

Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "out"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and

Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these
Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful
Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.

Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pattern"
Floyd | It's a dance step diagram, inscribed on what must be a piece of the
Floyd | old Tybrisa pavilion dance floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "dance"
Floyd | You can't dance in the water, but you do manage a provocative wiggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter bell"
Floyd | You swim between the four thin legs and rise up into a hollow, air
Floyd | filled chamber.
Floyd |

Floyd | Inside the 'Octopus'
Floyd | As you suspected, the 'octopus' is in fact a rusted old diving bell.
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling of the bell is a useless hunk of flaking
Floyd | metal that must once have been an air valve.  By some miracle of good
Floyd | fortune, the chamber is still full of air.  Several thick round
Floyd | portholes look out on the frigid depths.  Sadly, all is dark beyind

Floyd | them, revealing no sign of your earlier vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | The bell reverberates with peculiar undersea noises.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "hahaha provocative wiggle"
DavidW says, "I think we've done all we can here."
Jacqueline asks, "Well, we solved that puzzle, right?"
DavidW says, "we probably want to 'dance' in the pavilion now."
Jacqueline says, "Right."
Jacqueline asks, "Is it just you and I playing?"
DavidW says, "I think so."
Jacqueline says, "I need to go soon, but will be back in three hours."
Tale says, "Me watching."
Jacqueline asks, "Do you want to finish then?"
DavidW says, "sure. That's fine."
Jacqueline says, "Since you slept in this morning."
Jacqueline says (to Tale), "That okay? You can 'watch' the transcript tomorrow."
Tale says, "...that way I'll..."
Tale says, "Good day, everone-"
Jacqueline says (to DW), "Mmkay. I'll save as CF5, and meet you back here in about three hours."



*** THREE HOURS LATER ***




Jacqueline asks, "So, just leave the 'Octopus' and swim up?"
DavidW says, "yeah."
DavidW says, "We have our save point there if there's anything more there, but I don't think so."
Jacqueline says, "True."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "leave octopus"
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | You're at the bottom of a long, precipitous slope.  The cold and
Floyd | pressure are intense.  Judging by the dim light, you must be many
Floyd | fathoms below the surface. It's astonishing that you made it this deep
Floyd | without any diving equipment.  An enticing beam of light in these

Floyd | frigid, sub-arctic depths has resolved into the porthole of a long
Floyd | disused diving bell.  The porthole only reflects the single, powerful
Floyd | ray of sunlight that has miraculously penetrated to this great depth.
Floyd |    You can make out a partially obscured pattern in the fine mud of
Floyd | the ocean floor.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies

Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bends"
Floyd | I don't know the word "bends".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "heehee"
Jacqueline says, "Seriously."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's

Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the

Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a

Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.

Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air

Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | From somewhere among the flock you hear a raucous cry that sounds
Floyd | suspiciously like "Big Water!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "oh, I forgot. Holes dug in the sand stay around."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a
Floyd | cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a

Floyd | length of rope here.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "dance"
Floyd | You set your feet to the dance hall floor and follow the steps you
Floyd | learned from the old, sunken diagram.  You begin with clumsy feet, but
Floyd | become more proficient as you rehearse.  As you dance around the
Floyd | pavilion, a strange thing happens.  Ghostly figures begin to join you
Floyd | - a small few at first, but growing in number.  You can see them
Floyd | becoming more substantial as they spin and whirl in their gossamer

Floyd | wing tips and slippers.  Petticoats twirl about you as the ladies
Floyd | wearing them prance and pirouette, lead by gentlemen in high collared,
Floyd | pin striped suits.  You glance around at the revelers surrounding you,
Floyd | only to notice that the pavilion has undergone a transformation of its
Floyd | own.  Where once everything was dull grey cement, you now find rough
Floyd | wooden planks painted with a variety of dance step diagrams.  The

Floyd | pavilion has also shrunken considerably. Colorful banners light up the
Floyd | otherwise gloomy rafters.  Your examination is interrupted when
Floyd | someone taps your shoulder.  You whirl to find a partner inviting you
Floyd | to join in the revelry.  Following your new partner's lead, you swing
Floyd | and sway to the spirited notes of a lively jazz band.  The music plays
Floyd | on for what seems like hours, but you never tire, even when the sun

Floyd | descends in the west.  As the sky grows dark, attendants set out paper
Floyd | lanterns which bring a fiery glow to the festivities.  You continue to
Floyd | dance through song after song, frequently trading partners until
Floyd | you're giddy and slicked with sweat.  Eventually, though, the ball
Floyd | begins to wind down.  The musicians belt out one final, powerful
Floyd | number.  Afterwards, they pack away their instruments.  The lights dim

Floyd | as the attendants blow out the paper lanterns one by one and the
Floyd | dancers slowly crowd toward the exit.  As they leave the pavilion, the
Floyd | ethereal dancers fade back into the past.  The musicians go too, soon
Floyd | followed by the attendants with their paper lanterns.
Floyd |
Floyd | In a few bare moments everyone is gone, and you notice that the

Floyd | pavilion has reverted back to grey cement.  Though hours seemed to
Floyd | have passed while you danced, the sun is still just where you recall
Floyd | seeing it prior to this latest vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | You feel like beating your chest in wild excitement.  Ahh!  What an
Floyd | incredible reminder of the joy of expression!  In fact, it gets you to

Floyd | thinking about work again, particularly the way it crushes all your
Floyd | creative output and turns it into predigested pap for unintelligent
Floyd | clients.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling excited.  "Yes, I could really do this!"  you exclaim.
Floyd | You've got plenty of money in the bank.  And to heck with your

Floyd | employers!  What have they ever really done for you?  You're teetering
Floyd | right on the brink of decision.  If only you had one more argument to
Floyd | set your resolve.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is

Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Whoa"
DavidW says, "I'll wait a bit to let that digest."
Jacqueline says, "I'm done."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "score"
Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but...
Floyd |
Floyd | -  The castle builders have revitalized your waning belief in a world

Floyd | full of wondrous novelty.
Floyd | -  Your sunset vision has reawakened your appreciation for the beauty
Floyd | of the mundane.
Floyd | -  Your strange kidnapping experience has rewarded you with the
Floyd | treasures of life and freedom.
Floyd | -  The coral reef has shown you that beauty may be found in unexpected

Floyd | places.
Floyd | -  The ghostly dancers have reminded you of the ineluctable joy of
Floyd | creative expression.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling excited.  "Yes, I could really do this!"  you exclaim.
Floyd | You've got plenty of money in the bank.  And to heck with your

Floyd | employers!  What have they ever really done for you?  You're teetering
Floyd | right on the brink of decision.  If only you had one more argument to
Floyd | set your resolve.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Sounds like one more big puzzle."
DavidW says, "yeah"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads

Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.

Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a
Floyd | cork, a broken stave, a crowbar, a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a
Floyd | length of rope here.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp, crowbar"
Floyd | The shrimp:  Taken.
Floyd | The crowbar:  You take the white rubber strap and the crowbar.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "hm. We've never used the rope anywhere yet."
Floyd | I don't know the word "hm".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ilac"
Floyd | I don't know the word "ilac".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Heh. I didn't even realized you'd mischannelled!"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take rope"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Maybe the old man is gone and we can get some fishing line?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "hm. maybe."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of
Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.

Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it
Floyd | back.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fountain"
Floyd | It's a waist high silver cabinet with a metal basin on top, just like
Floyd | all the other fountains you've ever seen.

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Nah."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in basin"
Floyd | There's nothing in the drinking fountain.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on fountain"
Floyd | You turn the handle, but nothing happens.  Perhaps the water main has
Floyd | been shut off for the night.
Floyd |

Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the
Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing.  The old man jerks in surprise
Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "You'd think with as much line as he breaks, we could find a couple feet of it."
DavidW says, "only after he leaves."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust

Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "perhaps we need to give him the right lure."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone

Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the
Floyd | setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boiler"
Floyd | The metal appliance is an industrial sized boiler, which looks rather
Floyd | similar to a deep fryer.  Basically, it consists of a deep metal pan
Floyd | resting on a foundation of electric heating coils.  Handles on either

Floyd | side of the pan suggest that it can be detached from the base.  A thin
Floyd | metal bar girdles the lip of the tray, reinforcing the frame, and a
Floyd | hinged lid lies flat on top, anchored to the metal bar with a sturdy
Floyd | clamp which the vendor attached before leaving for the night.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x counter"
Floyd | The snack bar carries the usual variety of foods and beverages, though
Floyd | none of these are in evidence.  Apparently, the vendor has locked up
Floyd | for the night.  Empty shelves line the wall behind the counter, and
Floyd | presumably there are more shelves beneath the counter.  A prominently

Floyd | placed sign advertises boiled peanuts, something you've come to think
Floyd | of as a particularly southern delicacy. Just behind the counter is a
Floyd | closed metal boiler, its metal lid held firmly in place by a strong
Floyd | metal clamp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under counter"
Floyd | The narrow space beneath the counter is deep in shadow.  You can't
Floyd | make out anything of interest, and it's unlikely that you could
Floyd | retrieve anything anyway.
Floyd |

Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search counter"
Floyd | You find nothing of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind counter"
Floyd | The only thing of obvious interest is the industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I would ask why we need in the boiler, except motivation for puzzles hasn't been too clear anywhere else in the game, so."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "open boiler"
Floyd | You try to pull the clamp off with your bare hands, but it's anchored

Floyd | too securely.  There must be some trick to getting it off.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I know it's possible. Maybe it's not necessary."
Ghogg says, "the game motivation seems to be 'do stuff'"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry clamp with crowbar"
Floyd | You put the other stuff you were carrying on the counter to free your
Floyd | hands.  Then you slide the metal bar beneath the clamp and apply
Floyd | pressure.  Getting no immediate results, you push harder on the bar.
Floyd | It bites into the soft flesh of your palms as you strain to force the
Floyd | clamp.  Suddenly, instead of the clamp giving way, the lid's hinges
Floyd | shear off with a violent wrenching sound.  Free of the lid's

Floyd | resistance, you go lunging forward and almost fall from your feet.
Floyd | The clamp pops off with a metallic twang and clatters to the floor
Floyd | where it disappears beneath the counter.  Simultaneously, the lid
Floyd | flies off and goes sailing away over the railing like a big, square,
Floyd | metallic frisbee.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "But the phrase 'The only thing of obvious interest is the industrial boiler.' makes me think it might matter."
DavidW says, "lid went over the railing."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in boiler"
Floyd | It appears to be empty.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x speck"
Floyd | I don't know the word "speck".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "All our other stuff is on the counter, before we go."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under counter"
Floyd | The narrow space beneath the counter is deep in shadow.  You can't
Floyd | make out anything of interest, and it's unlikely that you could
Floyd | retrieve anything anyway.

Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take clamp"
Floyd | I don't see any clamp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.

Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a shrimp and a length of rope.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "boil shrimp"
Floyd | I don't know the word "boil".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in boiler"
Floyd | You toss the shrimp in the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "oh, maybe we need the sieve"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The brick faced enclosure blocks your way.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Poor shrimp."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade

Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.

Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Oh, perhaps."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.

Floyd |    You see a sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a
Floyd | cork, and a broken stave here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted

Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern

Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in sieve"
Floyd | You toss the shrimp in the sieve.
Floyd |

Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put sieve in boiler"
Floyd | You toss the sieve in the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "The elderly people don't even wave at us this time... after they saved our life and stuff."
Jacqueline says, "Snobs.'"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position.
Floyd |

Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "hm. We probably need water too, eh?"
Floyd | I don't know the word "hm".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Probably."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of

Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're

Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and

Floyd | a broken stave here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bottle"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank

Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Shower water?"
DavidW says, "nah, salt water's fine."
Jacqueline says, "okay"
DavidW says, "I just remembered we missed something entirely."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You rattle the glass door of the Marine Center, but find it locked.  A
Floyd | sign inside the door explains that the center is only open from 10am
Floyd | to 2pm.  However, beside the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving

Floyd | bell.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x center"
Floyd | The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed.  A notice inside the glass
Floyd | door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm.  Through the door you
Floyd | can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark
Floyd | passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks.  Outside

Floyd | the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "we can't get into the center, but I thought we should at least notice it's there."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x posters"
Floyd | The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed.  A notice inside the glass
Floyd | door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm.  Through the door you
Floyd | can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark

Floyd | passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks.  Outside
Floyd | the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east

Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the

Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill bottle with water"
Floyd | You fill the antique bottle with salt water from the ocean.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Aw, I was hoping we could read about the red herring on the posters!"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w.w.sw"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered

Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave

Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e. s"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.

Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | By the Snack Bar

Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope.

Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water into boiler"
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt"
Floyd | The amount of water in the antique bottle is hardly enough even to
Floyd | cover the bottom of the pan.  You decide not to bother.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby

Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "phooey"
Jacqueline says, "huh"
Jacqueline says, "I think the shrimp is for the crab."
DavidW says, "hm"
DavidW says, "yes. I'm certain it is. I was trying to rememeber this extra bit, though."
Jacqueline asks, "hm?"
DavidW says, "I can't remember if the lid can be found or not."
Jacqueline says, "Well, we could go look - shouldn't be far from where we found the key."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n.w"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.

Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads

Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.

Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel.

Floyd | A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking
Floyd | away over the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the

Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above

Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.
Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Storage Area
Floyd | You're in a small, cement walled room.  But for the open gate in the
Floyd | east face, it would be one big cement cube.  Against the rear wall is
Floyd | a large bin full of used paper products.  Next to that is a plain

Floyd | looking utility table over which is hung a peg board.
Floyd |    You see a steel key, a treasure map, and a shingle here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bin"
Floyd | It's a waist high wooden bin.  It seems to be full of used paper
Floyd | products.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bin"
Floyd | You root through heaps of sticky ice cream wrappers and popsicle
Floyd | sticks, but find nothing useful or appealing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "push bin east"
Floyd | You dig your feet into the floor and heave, but the bin is just too
Floyd | heavy to move.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Under Pavilion
Floyd | You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by
Floyd | massive cement pylons.  Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above
Floyd | you and bend east to follow the pier.  The beach lies east through an
Floyd | opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small
Floyd | storage area to the west.

Floyd |    You see an aluminum recycling canister here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the

Floyd | pavilion, block your exit in that direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier

Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.

Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.

Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I don't think the lid can be found."
Jacqueline says, "Hm, perhaps not."
Jacqueline says, "I am amazed that the dragon has not yet been washed away in the surf."
Jacqueline says, "So, we need that other shell."
Jacqueline says, "And the crab can see us."
DavidW says, "yeah. But how."
Jacqueline says, "Maybe we're supposed to make it so the crab can't see us."
DavidW says, "I suppose we could try to 'fish' from above it."
Jacqueline says, "hm."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique
Floyd | bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "I'm not sure how - do you have a Plan?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie shrimp to white strap"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining
Floyd | the crowbar to the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "fish"
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "dangle shrimp in water"
Floyd | I don't know the word "dangle".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in water"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the crowbar.  The
Floyd | strap sinks beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water
Floyd | along with the shrimp and the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "aw"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "okay. I have another idea."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first.
Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Can we unbraid the rope?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique

Floyd | bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop bottle"
Floyd | You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon

Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | The ocean muck oozes through your fingers, but there doesn't seem to

Floyd | be anything hidden beneath it.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering

Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | You launch yourself north with a heart pumping butterfly stroke.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.

Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature

Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting
Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that

Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |

Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pry trap with crowbar"
Floyd | You realize the futility of trying to pry open the busted trap with

Floyd | the crowbar.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "darn"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and
Floyd | finally, just when you don't think you're going to make it, you break

Floyd | the surface.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your lungs with
Floyd | the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies

Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yes, darn."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "unbraid"
Floyd | I don't know the word "unbraid".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, and a
Floyd | shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)

Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh, duh."
Jacqueline says, "I was thinking unbraid=undo. heh"
DavidW says, "I'm wondering if it's okay to loose the white strap and crowbar now"
Jacqueline says, "Wait."
Jacqueline says, "No. Just the crowbar."
DavidW asks, "or can we tie the shrimp to our wrist?"
Jacqueline says, "Then release the shrimp, but with the strap still attached."
Jacqueline says, "Then we yank the shrimp and the attached crab out!"
Jacqueline says, "And we will be victorious!"
DavidW says, "try it."
Jacqueline says, "oh. Okay."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove strap from crowbar"
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene
Floyd | strap?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white"
Floyd | You try to untie the white rubber strap from the crowbar, but find it
Floyd | difficult to summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes

Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove white strap from crowbar"
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the crowbar, separating it from
Floyd | the shrimp.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, a shrimp, and a

Floyd | crowbar.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The white rubber strap waves in the current, anchored to the
Floyd | shrimp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You'd better do something with one of the items you're carrying first.
Floyd | You'll need at least one hand free to swim.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's
Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to

Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop crowbar"
Floyd | You toss the crowbar to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which

Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |

Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back

Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the

Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "s"
Jacqueline says, "Ah, thanks."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | The dim light and pulsing waves both serve to confound your sense of
Floyd | direction. Nevertheless, you kick off in what you believe to be the
Floyd | right direction.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting

Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered

Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "there's your 'red fish'"
Jacqueline says, "heh. Yes."
Jacqueline asks, "Wait... Sorry, didn't map the underwater bits. Where is the white rock and crab?"
DavidW says, "still south"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | The dim light and pulsing waves both serve to confound your sense of
Floyd | direction. Nevertheless, you kick off in what you believe to be the
Floyd | right direction.

Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | You glide to the south with a smooth breast stroke.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "You're too deep in the trench."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline asks, "Dive here?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You plop down into the shallow water and let the gentle waves knock
Floyd | against your shoulders.  The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes
Floyd | contact with the salt water.

Floyd |
Floyd | A gentle wave rides up the slope of your back as you sit in the
Floyd | shallow water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | (Getting off of the ground first.)
Floyd |
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.

Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the

Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |

Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yay. Thanks."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "release shrimp"
Floyd | I don't know the word "release".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the shrimp.  They disappear
Floyd | towards the murky bottom.
Floyd |
Floyd | A large red fish darts by, just barely out of reach.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the

Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "f give shrimp to crab"
Jacqueline says, "Ack."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab"
Floyd | "Hmm..."  you think to yourself, "...maybe I can lure the crab out
Floyd | with a tasty treat."  You give yourself a little pat on the back for
Floyd | your cleverness.

Floyd |
Floyd | You lower the shrimp toward the fissure, but a nagging voice in the
Floyd | back of your mind suggests that you might never see the white rubber
Floyd | strap again.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the

Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "darn nagging voice"
Jacqueline says, "hm"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap and the shrimp.  The strap sinks
Floyd | beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water along with the
Floyd | shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles

Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | The ocean muck oozes through your fingers, but there doesn't seem to

Floyd | be anything hidden beneath it.
Floyd |
Floyd | A big wave must have broken somewhere above you.  You can feel the
Floyd | dull percussion of it throughout your body.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab sends forth one probing eye stalk, then hastily withdraws it.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "uh, did you lose our stuff?"
Jacqueline says, "So it's gone. So that's not it."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I was hoping the shrimp would be caught as it floated past the crab."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a scuba mask (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo"
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.

Floyd |    The white rubber strap waves in the current, anchored to the
Floyd | shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Okay, got it."
Jacqueline asks, "Next idea?"
Jacqueline asks, "Since we, sadly, are not victorious(!)?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to me"
Floyd | You try to tie the white rubber strap to you, but find it difficult to
Floyd | summon enough coordination while bobbing in the currents.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to me"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to your wrist, joining
Floyd | the shrimp to your wrist.
Floyd |

Floyd | A rather large wave surges past, wetting you up to the waist and
Floyd | nearly toppling you from your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)

Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles

Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab"
Floyd | Not while the shrimp is joined to your wrist by the white rubber
Floyd | strap.
Floyd |

Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "sigh"
Jacqueline says, "Good try."
Jacqueline asks, "The rope?"
DavidW says, "The rope is too coarse."
Jacqueline asks, "Or ask the fisherman about how to catch crabs?"
DavidW says, "We have another option."
Jacqueline asks, "Oh?"
DavidW says, "The other strap."
Jacqueline says, "The BLACK one."
DavidW says, "I don't see why it would make a difference."
Jacqueline says, "Well, might be less visible or something."
Jacqueline says, "mmkay. I need to step away for about sixty seconds. Give that a try. brb."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |    You see an antique bottle, lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove mask"
Floyd | You strip the mask off of your head.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove neoprene"
Floyd | You're not wearing the black neoprene strap!
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take neoprene"
Floyd | You can't, it's an integral part of the mask.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes

Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take neoprene strap from mask"
Floyd | You can't, it's an integral part of the mask.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask"
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head.  It
Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "back"
Jacqueline says, "Also, damn."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd | The antique bottle:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "maybe tie the strap to the rope?!"
Jacqueline says, "Hm. Sounds complimicated programming-wise, but perhaps."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a shrimp, a white rubber strap, and an
Floyd | antique bottle (containing salt water).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The shrimp hangs from your wrist by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "The rope's back at the path"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, was just checking."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of

Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | The gulls battle among themselves for dominance over the temporary
Floyd | food supply.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |

Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel

Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Wait, where's the rope?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "find rope"
Floyd | I don't know the word "find".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says, "I guess we dropped it somewhere."
Jacqueline says, "Well, there aren't that many locales."
Jacqueline asks, "Maybe the end of the pier?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion

Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To

Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |    You see a clam shell here.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops

Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of

Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man reels in a tiny fish, grunts in disgust, and tosses it
Floyd | back.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about crabs"
Floyd | I don't know the word "crabs".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about crab"
Floyd | The old man scuffs his heavy shoes against the cement floor, but makes
Floyd | no reply.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any
Floyd | lower.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tackle box"
Floyd | The tackle box is a grownup's toychest full of colorful lures, shiny
Floyd | bobs, and dull metal weights.
Floyd |
Floyd | A small child bobbles into the area and tries to sneak up behind the
Floyd | old man, only to break out laughing.  The old man jerks in surprise
Floyd | and throws the child a long, harsh glare.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about fishing."
Floyd | He beams uncharacteristically.  "'Relda and the kids picked it out for
Floyd | my birthday."

Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back hard on his rod, pulling the line taut.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about tackle box"
Floyd | He glances at the box and beams uncharacteristically.  "My grandkids
Floyd | got it for me last Christmas."
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about lures"
Floyd | He glances at the box and beams uncharacteristically.  "My grandkids
Floyd | got it for me last Christmas."
Floyd |

Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to
Floyd | himself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about cigarette"
Floyd | I don't know the word "cigarette".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask man about why is worthless and not helping us in our crazy quests"
Floyd | I don't know the word "why".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sneak up on man"
Floyd | I don't know the word "sneak".

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick bucket"
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his pail and fires off a
Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your

Floyd | forehead.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man plays out a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Okay, well, at least I found the clam shell up here. Now we should look elsewhere."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | greater pavilion.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times

Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.

Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone

Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "ah. there it is"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take rope"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yes!"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rope"
Floyd | It's a short, stout section of rope, about half as long as you are
Floyd | tall and two thumb widths thick.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,

Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "untie rope" DavidW asks, "'a length of rope'. Is that a length of 6 inches or 6 feet?"
Floyd | The length of rope isn't attached to anything.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove white strap from me"
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from your wrist, separating it from
Floyd | the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "hm. I guess 3 feet, based on that description."
Jacqueline says, "Well, it says it's half as long as we are tall"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie rope to white strap"
Floyd | You tie the rope and the strap together, but you sense that it serves
Floyd | no purpose, so you untie them.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "aw"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "remove shrimp from strap"
Floyd | Which strap do you mean, the white rubber strap, or the black neoprene
Floyd | strap?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "white"
Floyd | You detach the white rubber strap from the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "tie shrimp to rope"
Floyd | You try, but the coarse rope is too thick to be knotted around the
Floyd | shrimp.

Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ritualistically kill shrimp"
Floyd | I don't know the word "ritualistically".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "hubbahubba thong guy"
Jacqueline says, "snrk"
Jacqueline says, "I just can't figure out why the guy is also weaing a bikini."
Jacqueline says, "But, y'know, living in Alaska I'm always out of swimwear fashion."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf6"
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "I'm sure it's a monokini."
Jacqueline says, "ah"
Jacqueline says, "So, I'm going to go find a snack in the kitchen and meditate on this for a second. Be right back. (No clue what to try next, but will think of something)"
DavidW says, "ok"
Jacqueline says, "Back with a lacklustre snack."
Jacqueline asks, "Any ideas?"
DavidW says, "well. Maybe 'undo' isn't our friend here. I think we should give a shrimp to the crab gratis, and see if that changes things."
Jacqueline says, "Ooh- okay."
Jacqueline says, "You may have a very good point."
Jacqueline says, "TAME THE CRAB"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), an antique bottle (containing salt water), a
Floyd | clam shell, a length of rope, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone

Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n.w"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |

Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin

Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.

Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop all but mask and shrimp"
Floyd | The antique bottle:  You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
Floyd | The clam shell:  You toss the clam shell to the ground.
Floyd | The length of rope:  You toss the length of rope to the ground.
Floyd | The white rubber strap:  You toss the white rubber strap to the
Floyd | ground.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "My snack of carrots dipped in fancy mustard isn't panning out well. Let us hope that the shrimp snack works better."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.

Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the

Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.

Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of

Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "yay toddler"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e.e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto

Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)

Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles

Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to crab"
Floyd | You release the shrimp.  Free of your grip, it darts immediately
Floyd | toward the dark fissure in the rock.  With surprising speed, the crab
Floyd | comes to life and goes after it.  The chase is brief, and shortly the

Floyd | crab retreats to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw.  Hmm.  If
Floyd | only you had some way of holding on to the shrimp.  You release the
Floyd | shrimp.  Free of your grip, it darts immediately toward the dark
Floyd | fissure in the rock.  With surprising speed, the crab comes to life
Floyd | and goes after it.  The chase is brief, and shortly the crab retreats
Floyd | to the depths of the fissure, shrimp in claw.  Hmm.  If only you had

Floyd | some way of holding on to the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "That double message is probably a bug."
Jacqueline says, "yes"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |

Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "but maybe this sets a toggle PlayerKnowsThatShrimpLineNeeded or something."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the

Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles

Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "See, it didn't leave."
Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, yes it did."
Jacqueline says, "I read it wrong. Damn."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fissure"
Floyd | It's a deep, dark crevice cut in the rock.You can just make out the
Floyd | tip of the conch shell hidden in it.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "let's get another shrimp"
Jacqueline says, "Yes, we know we need one."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you

Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |

Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | The entire flock suddenly erupts in a bout of frenzied screeching for
Floyd | no apparent reason.  After a moment or two, they revert to their

Floyd | original decibel level.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered

Floyd | dunes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the

Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, a broken stave, an

Floyd | antique bottle, a clam shell, a length of rope, and a white rubber
Floyd | strap here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of

Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the

Floyd | small shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds

Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |    You see a shrimp here.
Floyd |
Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit

Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x fish"
Floyd | A couple of flounder and some grouper, but mostly a bunch of red
Floyd | herring.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "watch man"
Floyd | I don't know the word "watch".
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x man"
Floyd | He looks like he just stepped out of a Hemingway novel.  He stares out
Floyd | to sea, lantern jaw thrust defiantly forward, stony countenance
Floyd | unbroken by any hint of emotion, while the evening breeze tousles his

Floyd | iron gray hair.  He wears a rumpled blue shirt, brown canvas slacks,
Floyd | and heavy boots.  The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to the elbows,
Floyd | revealing forearms of corded steel.  Powerful hands, scarred times
Floyd | beyond measure, anchor a rod no more rigid than themselves.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man pulls back on his rod with all his might, struggling to

Floyd | reel in whatever he's hooked.  Incredibly, an enormous marlin breaks
Floyd | the surface!  But victory is short lived.  The line snaps and the old
Floyd | man staggers nearly off his feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to
Floyd | himself.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, it's already here? I missed that, sorry."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give shrimp to man"
Floyd | The old man's head turns towards you as if driven by archaic

Floyd | machinery.  You can almost hear the gears groaning.  He stares at you
Floyd | expressionlessly for a long, embarrassing moment that drags on
Floyd | interminably.  Finally, his eyes dismiss you with a nearly
Floyd | imperceptible flicker before beginning the long return voyage out to
Floyd | sea.
Floyd |

Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to
Floyd | himself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "That was an odd bit of text."
DavidW says, "Animatronics."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about job"
Floyd | You don't know of any such thing.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new
Floyd | lure.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "give rope to man"
Floyd | I don't see any rope here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take tackle"
Floyd | The old man spots you reaching for his tackle box and fires off a
Floyd | smouldering glower that burns straight through the center of your
Floyd | forehead.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man draws a cigarette from his breast pocket, rolls it
Floyd | meditatively between thumb and forefingers, and then puts it away.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask man about lobster trap"
Floyd | The old man frowns, but says nothing.
Floyd |

Floyd | The old man doggedly reels in a few lengths of line.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Maybe we should get those mites to light the man's cigarette for him."
DavidW says, "heh. We have no way of bringing those here."
Jacqueline says, "Well, perhaps that's not it, then."
Jacqueline says, "Can we rig a trap? I guess we don't have time to."
DavidW says, "I'm hoping it wasn't a bug to let you untie the rope from the trap"
Jacqueline says, "Like, put the shrimp under the sieve which is propped up on one side with a crowbar that we yank out with the white strap."
Jacqueline says, "Well, we could go to an old save and see, but I wouldn't think that'd be - hm, I guess it could be a bug. I'm not too familiar with programming in ropes."
DavidW says, "You'd have to lure the crab out of the water first to do that sieve propping."
DavidW says, "Ropes are one of the more difficult IF programming exercises."
Jacqueline says, "Hm - probably right. Too much current."
Jacqueline says (regarding ropes), "Yeah, so I've read, but I've never tried them." Jacqueline says (regarding ropes), "Yeah, so I've read, but I've never tried them."
DavidW says, "I had a taste of rope-coding for Fox Dragon Bread. That puzzle with the dragon."
Jacqueline nods.
DavidW says, "I had to code up two different nails."
Jacqueline says, "Hm."
Jacqueline says, "Hm, hm, hm. Must think."
DavidW asks, "Stir up mud so crab can't see us?"
Jacqueline says, "Try it!"
inky asks, "holy crap, you guys aren't still playing, are you?"
DavidW says, "we took a break"
DavidW says, "but we're stuck with the almost last puzzle"
Jacqueline says (to inky), "I went and taught yoga, and we resumed three hours later."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | End of Pier

Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back
Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |

Floyd | An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod.  Resting
Floyd | on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit
Floyd | a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
Floyd |
Floyd | The slight breeze carries the sound of the old man grumbling to
Floyd | himself.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "So, yes and no."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the

Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A

Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | The railing prevents you from walking off the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off south railing"
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | If you want to jump off the pier, just say so.  Otherwise, there is no
Floyd | way down.
Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern

Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier"
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're

Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over
Floyd | empty space.  You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and...  jump!
Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined.  It seems
Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham!  Your feet hit the ground with a
Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand.  You
Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments.  After a time the stinging fades

Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a
Floyd | vertical position.  You seem to have lost one of your posessions in
Floyd | the fall.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the

Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.

Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a snail shell, and a shrimp,
Floyd | lying in the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier

Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.

Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the

Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |

Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "stir mud"
Floyd | I don't know the word "stir".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mud"
Floyd | The mud covers all of the ocean floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks (of inky), "Are you an experienced crabber?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "move mud"
Floyd | You can't move the mud.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the
Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon

Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "many people have commented on my crabby nature"
inky arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. DavidW says, "The mud idea isn't working."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering

Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky asks, "what are you guys trying to do?"
Jacqueline says, "Hm, no."
inky says, "(also, does DavidW remember how to play this and is just playing along?)"
DavidW says, "get rid of the crab long enough to get the conch shell from the underwater fissure."
Jacqueline asks (of inky), "So, if someone you were afraid of wanted to give you a shrimp, how would they do it without scaring you?"
inky says, "ha ha"
DavidW says (to inky), "I can't remember how we solved this part."
inky asks, "drop it?"
inky asks, "or does it just swim away then?"
Jacqueline says, "Well, okay."
Jacqueline says, "I'll admit we can give the shrimp to the crab."
inky asks, "alternately, maybe you really do have to put it in a crab trap sort of deal?"
Jacqueline asks (of inky), "Now pretend if someone you were afraid of wanted to give you a shrimp and use it as bait to catch you and stop your meddling ways; how would they do it without scaring you?"
DavidW says, "we tried to get the lobster trap, but couldn't."
Jacqueline says, "Well, we can't get the lobster trap."
inky says, "I would put it under a box propped up with a stick and tie a string to the stick"
inky says, "then I would pull the stick away and then due to it being underwater it would take forever to fall"
Jacqueline says, "I suggested that, but there is a current."
DavidW says (to inky), "er, the crab's underwater, though."
Jacqueline says (to inky), "heehee"
DavidW asks, "we don't have a 'box', do we?"
Jacqueline asks (of David), "Should we go to an old save, before I moved the rope, to see if I wasn't supposed to remove the rope?"
inky asks, "how about a net?"
DavidW says, "no net"
Jacqueline says, "We're just going to have to be daring and do this without a net."
inky says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), and a shrimp.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I think it's worth checking to see if pulling the rope when it's tied to the trap is a good thing."
Jacqueline says, "mmkay"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "save"
Floyd | Enter data file to store:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf7"
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore"
Floyd | Enter saved game to load:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf 2"
Floyd | Restore failed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restore"
Floyd | Enter saved game to load:
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "cf2"
Floyd | Restored.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
Floyd | You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting
Floyd | pylons.  The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue.  A pair of
Floyd | pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's

Floyd | plumbing.  To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to
Floyd | allow passage beneath it.  You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to
Floyd | the north or south.
Floyd |    A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the
Floyd | underside of the pier.
Floyd |    You see an antique bottle, lying in the sand.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "(I'm guessing, of course)."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),

Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn),
Floyd | and a pair of goggles (being worn).
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb ramp"
Floyd | With great trepidation, you set one foot on the lowest part of the
Floyd | spiral ramp. It supports your weight.  You try the other foot.  When

Floyd | the ramp fails to collapse, you start climbing, slowly, carefully,
Floyd | leaning on the nearby towers for support.  Thank goodness for the blue
Floyd | plastic sheets inlaid in the ramp.  Without them, the glassy surface
Floyd | would be far too slick to climb.  You circle the castle once, twice,
Floyd | three times, four, all the while looking nervously up at the needle
Floyd | sharp spires.  Eventually, the ramp becomes too narrow for you to

Floyd | continue any further.  But, by bracing one foot against the topmost
Floyd | spire and standing on the toes of the other, you can just reach the
Floyd | pipes above.  You reach for the shining object and...  Ahh!  Your foot
Floyd | glides off the glossy spire and you fall to your behind on the ramp.
Floyd | Gravity takes over and sends you sliding down the ramp, rear end
Floyd | scraping blue plastic through turn after turn.  Finally, you slide

Floyd | into the sand at the base of the castle, unharmed.  Wow!  What a trip!
Floyd | Only then do you discover that you succeeded in pulling down the
Floyd | reflective object, because you've still got it clenched tightly in
Floyd | your white knuckled fist.
Floyd |
Floyd | You examine the object to discover that you've retrieved a black

Floyd | banded scuba mask.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove goggle"
Floyd | You strip the goggles off of your head.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear mask"
Floyd | You pull back the tough strap and slide the mask over your head.  It
Floyd | fits snugly, creating a tight seal.

Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles
Floyd | away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Is this far enough back?"
DavidW says, "probably"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e.e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.

Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.
Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also

Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |

Floyd | Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting
Floyd | pylons disappearing into the murky depths below.  To the east lies
Floyd | nothing but endless ocean.  The welcoming sands of the beach lie back
Floyd | to the west.  Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered
Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming

Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting
Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)

Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite
Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    Half buried in the mud of the steep slope is some sort of wire
Floyd | frame construction.

Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wire"
Floyd | The construction's function isn't immediately obvious, so you clear
Floyd | away some of the mud surrounding it.  It turns out to be a rough box
Floyd | made of wooden slats and chicken wire.  There's a gaping hole in one
Floyd | face, where something has punched through the wire and splintered the
Floyd | surrounding slats.  Apparently, it's a busted up lobster trap.
Floyd | Needless to say, the trap is empty.  In the process of uncovering the

Floyd | trap, you've also revealed a short length of thick rope that's tied to
Floyd | it.
Floyd |
Floyd | A few small bubbles escape your lips, glittering in the light as they
Floyd | rise towards the surface.
Floyd |

Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rope"
Floyd | You tug on the length of rope, but nothing happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting
Floyd | off waves of panic.  You can control yourself no longer!  Instinct
Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when

Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface.  You
Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air.  After a few
Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your
Floyd | pounding veins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The sandy ocean floor lies about ten feet below the surface, layered

Floyd | with silt and dotted with climbing green fingers of sea grass.  The
Floyd | angled cement pillars that support the pier end here.  Just beyond the
Floyd | final pair of pillars is a sudden drop off, a steep slope that leads
Floyd | down and down, far beyond your limited visibility.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | With a strong kick, you propel yourself towards the depths beyond the
Floyd | slope.  Visibility dims slightly as you move away from the warming
Floyd | light of the sun, and the pillars fall away behind you.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope continues its sharp descent, inclining almost vertically.
Floyd | Though the level of ambient light has diminished, the sun still shines
Floyd | down strongly, fluttering on the surface above you.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You continue your drop down the face of the slope.  The temperature
Floyd | drops severely as you pass through a thermocline, and the mounting

Floyd | pressure makes your ears ache.  You pinch your nose shut with thumb
Floyd | and forefinger, and exhale gently to clear the pressure.
Floyd |
Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The slope just keeps on descending.  The amount of sunlight that
Floyd | reaches you has diminished quite a bit and the water has become quite

Floyd | cold.  Below you all is dark, but for a small glint of light hinting
Floyd | through the darkness.
Floyd |    A busted lobster trap lies half buried in the mud of the steep
Floyd | slope.
Floyd |    You see a length of rope, drifting in the mud.
Floyd |    The length of rope waves in the current, anchored to the busted

Floyd | trap.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie rope to me"
Floyd | The length of rope isn't long enough to join the busted trap to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rope"
Floyd | You tug on the length of rope, but nothing happens.
Floyd |

Floyd | Your lungs are on fire and blue blood pounds in your veins, setting
Floyd | off waves of panic.  You can control yourself no longer!  Instinct
Floyd | takes over and sends you kicking and clawing your way to the surface.
Floyd | You rise and rise and can't climb fast enough and finally, just when
Floyd | you don't think you're going to make it, you break the surface.  You
Floyd | sputter and gasp, inhaling deeply of the fresh salty air.  After a few

Floyd | moments, the fire in your lungs subsides and calm is restored to your
Floyd | pounding veins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "We would drown if we tied ourselves to it, methinks."
Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says, "yes, well. I wanted to test for that."
Jacqueline says, "It seems rather busted, too... not sure this is needed, which is good, since we've gotten far beyond this."
inky says, "hmm"
Jacqueline says, "Yes. We needed to weed that out."
inky asks, "what did you end up doing? untying the rope and taking it?"
Jacqueline says, "Yes."
DavidW says, "yeah. And then we couldn't tie it back on. Tying and untying is usually denied underwater."
inky says, "hmm"
inky asks, "well, generally speaking it's hard to make this game unwinnable, isn't it?"
DavidW says, "I think so."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "restore"
Floyd | Enter saved game to load:
DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf7"
Floyd | Restored.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the
Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |

Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.

Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |

Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of
Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | Two strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers
Floyd | and bobbing their heads in each other's direction.  A noise

Floyd | suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the
Floyd | two males hurriedly stand down.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x message"
Floyd | In letters a hand high, someone has written "Here There Be Dragons."
Floyd | Beneath that, they've drawn a simple compass rose with an arrow
Floyd | pointing to the northeast.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something brushes your shoulder.  You pivot, instinctively, just in
Floyd | time to see a gull sweep past your head.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "nw"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, a cork, a broken stave, an
Floyd | antique bottle, a clam shell, a length of rope, and a white rubber

Floyd | strap here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cork"
Floyd | It's stained a dark mahogany color.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cork"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a shrimp, and a cork.
Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your

Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take white strap"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to cork"
Floyd | You can't tie the white rubber strap to the cork.
Floyd |

Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop cork"
Floyd | You toss the cork to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick
Floyd | path.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to stave"
Floyd | You tie the white rubber strap to the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about this cork."
Tale says, "Just dropped in to check how you're doing."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "tie white strap to shrimp"
Floyd | You tie the other end of the white rubber strap to the shrimp, joining
Floyd | the broken stave to the shrimp.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. inky says, "ha ha"
DavidW arrives, full of fun and funk.
DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "You're awake? You have to go to work or something?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "search barrel"
Floyd | You root through the trash, tossing aside ice cream wrappers and soft

Floyd | drink cups.  You don't find anything else of interest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Tale says, "Yep, to school."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a

Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in

Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock

Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
Floyd | The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which
Floyd | here rises to almost three times your height.  A pair of metal pipes
Floyd | run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing.

Floyd | The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also
Floyd | continued into deeper water to the east.  You can escape the pier's
Floyd | chilly shadow to the north or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "se"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Ah, well, we're two puzzles further than when you last saw us, and only have one puzzle left, but we're stumped right now."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop shrimp"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave.

Floyd | Together, they fall to the water with a splash and bob lightly on the
Floyd | surface.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.
Floyd |
Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly toward shallower water, towing

Floyd | the shrimp behind it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before

Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "man, the simulation in this game is nuts"
Jacqueline says, "Hm."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few
Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to

Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |    You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing
Floyd | on the waves.
Floyd |    The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |

Floyd | The broken stave drifts out of reach into shallower water, towing the
Floyd | shrimp behind it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "That was a very good idea."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave" Jacqueline asks, "Is there a crab attached yet?"
Floyd | I don't see any stave here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier

Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you
Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |    You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing
Floyd | on the waves.
Floyd |    The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.

Floyd |
Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly towards shore, towing the
Floyd | shrimp behind it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky asks, "don't you have to take it down to crab level?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | You take the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something unseen nips lightly at your toes.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I'm testing"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few

Floyd | yards before coming to a stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters

Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "I wanted to be certain this combo floats."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You try to dive below the surface, but the buoyancy of the stave
Floyd | prevents you from going under.
Floyd |

Floyd | A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline nods.
DavidW says, "hmmm"
Tale says, "back in 5-6 hours to check how that puzzle is coming."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd | You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a
Floyd | scuba mask (being worn), a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber
Floyd | strap.

Floyd |    The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your
Floyd | passcard.
Floyd |    The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "snrk"
Jacqueline says, "Have fun at class."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put shrimp in pocket"
Floyd | You cram the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave into
Floyd | the pocket of your shorts.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "d"
Floyd | You fill your lungs to capacity and dive into the water.
Floyd |

Floyd | Underwater, (drifting)
Floyd | The gradually sloping ocean floor is only about ten feet below the
Floyd | surface here.  The sandy bottom is layered with a suspension of mud
Floyd | and fine silt.  Here and there, thin leaved plants claw through the
Floyd | mud like grasping fingers.  Dominating the entire area is an enormous
Floyd | slab of barnacle encrusted rock.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab, which had resumed its perch on top of the rock, scuttles
Floyd | back into the fissure on your approach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab pops out of the fissure, spots you, and scuttles back in.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shrimp"
Floyd | You're already carrying the shrimp.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab pops out of the fissure, spots you, and scuttles back in.

Floyd |
Floyd | Pressure starts to build in your lungs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "that's quite a pocket"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | You're already carrying the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | The pressure turns into an itch, which quickly becomes a burning heat.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says, "you tried putting the shrimp in the fissue, I assume"
Jacqueline says, "heehee"
Tale says, "Thanks."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave"
Floyd | You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the broken stave.
Floyd | Together, they float up to the surface of the water and bob lightly on
Floyd | the waves.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab extends its eye stalks and peers tentatively from the

Floyd | fissure, as if sensing the shrimp's presence.  Unfortunately, it soon
Floyd | spots you and retreats back into its hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | The burning pain in your lungs grows stronger, triggering the first
Floyd | feelings of panic and setting your heart racing.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "u"
Floyd | Lungs burning, you kick and claw your way toward the glittering
Floyd | sunlight above you.  Gasping, you break the surface and fill your
Floyd | lungs with the salty ocean air.

Floyd |
Floyd | Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
Floyd | There's nothing but endless ocean to the east.  Shallower waters
Floyd | beckon to the west.  The long cement pier finally comes to an end to
Floyd | the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky
Floyd | depths.

Floyd |    You see a broken stave, a shrimp, and a white rubber strap, bobbing
Floyd | on the waves.
Floyd |    The broken stave is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
Floyd |
Floyd | A rather large wave surges over your head, leaving you momentarily
Floyd | sputtering.

Floyd |
Floyd | The broken stave disappears beneath the waves with a sudden jerk, but
Floyd | pops back to the surface only a moment later.
Floyd |
Floyd | The broken stave starts drifting slowly toward shallower water, towing
Floyd | the shell behind it.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Actually... NO."
Jacqueline says (to DW), "Try that."
DavidW says, "I doubt the pocket is supposed to be used that way."
DavidW asks, "Try what?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take stave"
Floyd | You harvest the shell from your simple trap.  It proves to be quite
Floyd | hefty.  The crab has withdrawn deep into the shell's spirals.  You tug
Floyd | on the rubber strap, and it pulls free with a small snap, leaving the

Floyd | strap tied to the broken stave.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're still admiring your shiny new prize when your eye is caught by
Floyd | a tiny motion from above.  Your eyes are drawn to the very tip of the
Floyd | pier, where the old man is just visible as a small blob of shadow
Floyd | against the pale sky.  It's hard to tell from here, but he seems to be

Floyd | putting his pole away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "uh. It looks like I solved the puzzle via bug."
Jacqueline says, "huh"
DavidW says, "I bet there's a right way to weigh down the stave-strap-shrimp combo."
inky asks, "what do you mean?"
inky says, "it said the stave drops down below the water for a second, then pops up again"
inky asks, "doesn't that mean the crab grabbed it?"
DavidW says, "Cramming it all into the pockets was an obvious bug."
inky says, "oh, I see"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shell"
Floyd | It's a beautiful conch shell, half the size of your head.  Nature has
Floyd | painted its whorls a luscious, glossy pink, and dotted them with

Floyd | subtly toned spots of brown and white.  A crab is packed tightly
Floyd | inside it, entirely hidden but for one bony claw.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "well, I guess the brick isn't right for this"
inky says (to Floyd), "listen to conch"
Floyd | The conch shell isn't making any noise.
Floyd |
Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
Emily arrives, full of funk, but no fun. DavidW asks, "use the shell, or check on the pier end, now that the fisherman's actually left?"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
Jacqueline says, "Oh, wait, that was a choice."
Jacqueline says, "Hm - check the pier."
DavidW asks, "which?"
DavidW says, "ok"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You kick back towards shore, skimming along for a few yards before
Floyd | coming to rest in shallower water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Shallow Water, South of Pier
Floyd | You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide.  It flows up onto
Floyd | the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east.  To the north, you

Floyd | can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Then the dragon, which is I think the final thing."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed
Floyd | sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, South of Pier
Floyd | To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet
Floyd | sand.  The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west.  To the

Floyd | north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that
Floyd | extends from the pavilion.  The small castle you found here earlier
Floyd | has disappeared.  The mites must have integrated its materials into
Floyd | the larger castle.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "yeah"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, South of Pier

Floyd | The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a
Floyd | few joggers and unsupervised children.  To the east, the dry, powdery
Floyd | sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide.  The
Floyd | boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the north, tall dunes flank the
Floyd | base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery

Floyd | sand.
Floyd |    A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling
Floyd | flock of gulls.  The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still
Floyd | visible.
Floyd |
Floyd | Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of

Floyd | refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air
Floyd | with hungry shrieks.
Floyd |
Floyd | A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of
Floyd | gulls.  A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air,
Floyd | only to flap back to earth a few feet away.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam
Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |

Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of

Floyd | the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier
Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the

Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |
Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the
Floyd | small shelter.

Floyd |
Floyd | End of Pier
Floyd | The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden
Floyd | roof.  You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a
Floyd | pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion.  The railing surrounds
Floyd | you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back

Floyd | towards the pavilion.  A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man is here, apparently packing up for the night.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man seems reluctantly to be packing his gear away.  He's
Floyd | already reeled in his line, and his rod lies beside him.  He stows the

Floyd | flies, lures and weights into the tackle box and folds it up.  Then,
Floyd | he draws a large folding blade from his hip pocket and proceeds to gut
Floyd | his catch.  He takes each fish in turn from the pail and deftly
Floyd | decapitates it, slits it lengthwise, strips out the viscera, and
Floyd | sweeps the offal into the sea.  Once done, he wraps each fish in
Floyd | newspaper and tosses them into a burlap sack at his feet.  Once the

Floyd | pail is empty, he swings the sack over his shoulder, collects his rod
Floyd | and tackle, and turns his feet to the west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pail" Jacqueline says, "Man, I have been consistently spelling pavilion as 'pavillion' - even on my map. All evening. Bah."
Floyd | It's a large metal pail, left behind by the old man.
Floyd |
Floyd | The old man hikes off toward the setting sun, hauling away the day's
Floyd | catch in the burlap sack slung over his shoulder.  Whether by chance
Floyd | or intent, he seems to have left the pail behind.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "And the old man is here. Are you sure he ever goes away?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pail"
Floyd | You've already got your hands full.

Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop stave"
Floyd | You toss the broken stave and the white rubber strap to the ground.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take pail"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point
Floyd | at you and giggle.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says, "now we can get enough water for the boiler."
Jacqueline says, "oho"
DavidW says, "yes. I think we have conch shell to boil."
Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure why that matters, but then - ah."
Jacqueline asks, "Is the crab inside it?"
DavidW says, "There's a crab inside."
inky says, "oh dear, poor crab"
inky asks, "you can't just put it into place with the crab inside?"
Jacqueline says, "I am not sure how that's possible, but okay."
Jacqueline says, "Let's have a crab boil, then."
Jacqueline asks (of inky), "What are you, a card-carrying member of PETA?"
DavidW says, "well, look. I'll place it first. But it is moves the shell out of the cavity, it's boilin' time."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | The light of the setting sun stabs into your eyes as you exit the
Floyd | shade of the small shelter.  You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust
Floyd | and then begin the long stroll down the pier.
Floyd |
Floyd | Middle of Pier

Floyd | The pier is even longer than it looked.  It stretches back west to the
Floyd | great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea.  A
Floyd | small shelter rests at the far end.  From below, you can hear the
Floyd | fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the

Floyd | sunset.
Floyd |
Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "jump off pier"
Floyd | You climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're
Floyd | standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over
Floyd | empty space.  You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and...  jump!
Floyd | The ground rushes up faster than you could have imagined.  It seems

Floyd | you've only just jumped when wham!  Your feet hit the ground with a
Floyd | stinging impact that sends you sprawling forwards into the sand.  You
Floyd | lie, stunned, for several moments.  After a time the stinging fades
Floyd | from your feet, if not from your memory, and you climb back to a
Floyd | vertical position.  You seem to have lost several of your posessions
Floyd | in the fall.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from

Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a snail shell, a conch shell,
Floyd | and a pail, lying in the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says (to Jacqueline), "hee hee"
inky asks, "well, Ivan's a vegetarian, so WWID?"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in cavity"
Floyd | You set the conch shell in the cavity.  It's a perfect fit, and

Floyd | somehow you can feel the...  rightness...  of it.  A shiver seems to
Floyd | ripple over the dragon's spine, as if presaging some magical
Floyd | awakening.  Uh oh.  Sensing the lack of any restraint, the crab has
Floyd | also begun to stir.  It probes the sculpted sand beneath it and,
Floyd | finding no resistance, extends its claws and scuttles out of the
Floyd | cavity.  It falls from the dragon's face, then retreats hastily back

Floyd | into its shell on impact with the wet sandy floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
vimes says, "boil the crab, feed someone else"
Jacqueline says (to inky), "heehee."
DavidW says, "See! I was right."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch, pail"
Floyd | The conch shell:  Taken.
Floyd | The pail:  Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock
Floyd | against your warm skin.
Floyd |

Floyd | Shallow Water, North of Pier
Floyd | The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your
Floyd | waist.  You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has
Floyd | built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into
Floyd | deeper water to the east.  To the south, you can pass through the
Floyd | cement pylons supporting the pier.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "fill pail with water"
Floyd | You dip the bucket into the ocean, where it fills up immediately.  The
Floyd | added weight of the water in the bucket staggers you, forcing you to

Floyd | hold it with both hands.  You set the conch in the pail to keep from
Floyd | losing it in the surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Well, I think we need to change the acronym PETA to stand for People for the Eating of Tasty Animals."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Splashing and struggling under the weight of the pail full of water,
Floyd | you stagger out of the shallow surf.
Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from
Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be

Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Hard packed wet sand gives way to loose dry sand as you struggle up
Floyd | the beach under the weight of the pail full of water.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You stagger west over the boardwalk under the weight of the pail full
Floyd | of water, thankful to have solid ground under your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam
Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | Bucket in hands, you stagger up the concrete ramp.  It's a good thing
Floyd | the ramp was there, as you doubt you could have carried the water
Floyd | filled bucket up all those stairs.
Floyd |

Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.
Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and

Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice
Floyd | your height.
Floyd |

Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "(That's how Alaskans usually refer to PETA, anyway.)"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd | You stagger south under the bucket's weight.
Floyd |
Floyd | By the Snack Bar

Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
Floyd |

Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour water into boiler"
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt"
Floyd | You heave the heavy pail full of water up to your chest and set it on
Floyd | the counter.  Before tipping the pail out, you remove the item from it
Floyd | and set it on the counter.  Then, you pour the contents of the pail
Floyd | into the boiler in a quick, heavy stream.  The water from the pail
Floyd | fills the boiler about three quarters of the way to the top.  You
Floyd | figure that should be sufficient.

Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |

Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sieve"
Floyd | It's an open-topped wireframe box with a metal handle, used to extract

Floyd | and drain peanuts from the boiler.  It's currently submerged in
Floyd | boiling water.
Floyd |
Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in sieve"
Floyd | You toss the conch shell in the sieve.
Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is

Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.  The crab
Floyd | crawls out of the sieve and falls into the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

inky says, "noooo"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,

Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab scuttles about in the boiler, revived by the cool salt water.
Floyd |
Floyd | The water in the boiler begins to simmer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab darts back and forth in the boiler, agitated by the water's
Floyd | warmth.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.

Floyd |
Floyd | The crab darts back and forth in the boiler, agitated by the water's
Floyd | warmth.
Floyd |
Floyd | Steam begins to rise from the water in the boiler.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,

Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | The crab scuttles along the walls of the boiler, searching frenziedly
Floyd | for any escape from the searing heat.  Finally, it gets one claw over
Floyd | the lip of the boiler and pulls itself out and onto the counter.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says, "maybe it'll hop out at the last minute"
inky says, "ah there"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings.
Floyd |

Floyd | Steam ceases to rise from the water in the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says, "Is the crab still inside the shell? I thought it crawled out."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd | By the Snack Bar
Floyd | A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while
Floyd | the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north.  A hand-painted
Floyd | sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts.  The vendor has gone
Floyd | home for the night.
Floyd |    Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.

Floyd |    Sitting on the snack bar is a conch shell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
inky says, "it did"
inky says, "I dunno"
inky says (to Floyd), "listen to shell"
Floyd | It occurs to you that you'd need to be holding it in order to put it
Floyd | against your ear.
Floyd |
Floyd | The water in the boiler stops simmering and comes to rest.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crab"
Floyd | It's a beautiful conch shell, half the size of your head.  Nature has
Floyd | painted its whorls a luscious, glossy pink, and dotted them with

Floyd | subtly toned spots of brown and white.  A crab is packed tightly
Floyd | inside it, entirely hidden but for one bony claw.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn on boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob to the 'On' position.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down

Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the
Floyd | sunset.

Floyd |
Floyd | The shell rocks as the crab inside considers its surroundings.
Floyd |
Floyd | The water in the boiler begins to simmer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Yikes, that was... gruesome."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take shell"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,

Floyd | and fly off shrieking.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...

Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | The conch shell rocks in your grasp.

Floyd |
Floyd | Steam begins to rise from the water in the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops
Floyd | runs by.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "x water"
Floyd | Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "salt"
Floyd | It's ordinary salt water from the ocean.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
Floyd |

Floyd | The water in the boiler reaches full boil.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in sieve"
Floyd | You toss the conch shell in the sieve.

Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.  The crab crawls out of the sieve and falls into the
Floyd | boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | A high, piercing shriek - a horrible sound that you wouldn't imagine a

Floyd | crustacean capable of - emanates from the crab as it, quite literally,
Floyd | dies a screaming death in the boiling salt water.  The crab shoots
Floyd | from its overheated shell in a vain, frenzied attempt at escape.  A
Floyd | bare moment later, the doomed creature floats to the top of the water,
Floyd | while its former home drops like a stone to the bottom of the boiler.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says, "aw man"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn off boiler"
Floyd | You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
inky says, "perhaps to get inspired to get a new job you must cause the death of another living being"
Jacqueline says, "See, the writer is a vegetarian."
DavidW asks, "anyone want cooked crab?"
inky says, "that's the main reason I left my last job, anyway"
Jacqueline says, "Mmm... sure."
inky says, "even though the guy totally needed killing"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | You consider the boiling water, and decide otherwise.

Floyd |
Floyd | The water in the boiler stops bubbling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise.
Floyd |
Floyd | The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down
Floyd | the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel,
Floyd | and fly off shrieking.

Floyd |
Floyd | Steam ceases to rise from the water in the boiler.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an
Floyd | incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past.  Jogging alongside her is
Floyd | a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | You consider the near boiling water, and decide otherwise.
Floyd |
Floyd | An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.

Floyd |
Floyd | The water in the boiler stops simmering and comes to rest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take sieve"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take crab"
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "take conch"
Floyd | Taken.

Floyd |
Floyd | A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern
Floyd | horizon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crab"
Floyd | It looks like an ordinary boiled crab to me.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "We could give the crab to the old man."
DavidW says, "no, we can't. He's gone."
Jacqueline asks, "Or do we need its shell for this weird ritual dragon thing we're about to do?"
Jacqueline says, "Oh right."
DavidW says (to Floyd), "eat crab"
Floyd | You crack the shell open without hesitation.  The crab's juices
Floyd | dribble out over your chin as you suck out the sweet meat.  Mmm!  You
Floyd | couldn't have gotten better at Savannah's finest restaurant.  Oh, if
Floyd | only you had some butter and a bit of lemon juice!  Once you finish,
Floyd | you discard the broken bits of shell and wipe your greasy hands off on
Floyd | your damp shorts.

Floyd |
Floyd | A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby
Floyd | railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
Floyd | Pavilion
Floyd | You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade
Floyd | for sunburned tourists like yourself.  The octagonal floor is made of
Floyd | unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing.

Floyd | Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times
Floyd | your height.  A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and
Floyd | a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south.  To
Floyd | the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
Floyd |    There are numerous wooden benches here.  Right now, they're
Floyd | stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice

Floyd | your height.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Beach Path

Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands
Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.

Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam
Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

DavidW says (to Floyd), "ne"
Floyd | You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong
Floyd | memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier

Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture.
Floyd | The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the south, tall dunes flank
Floyd | the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd | The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the
Floyd | shoreline.

Floyd |
Floyd | Damp Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the
Floyd | relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a
Floyd | powdery gold before ending in tall dunes.  To the south, you can pass
Floyd | through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from

Floyd | the pavilion.
Floyd |    Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here.  It seems to be
Floyd | some sort of reptile.
Floyd |    You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, and a snail shell, lying in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
DavidW asks, "ready?"
Jacqueline says, "Ready!"
McMartin arrives, full of fun, but no funk. DavidW says, "put conch in cavity"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "put conch in cavity"
Floyd | You set the conch shell in the cavity.  It's a perfect fit, and
Floyd | somehow you can feel the...  rightness...  of it.  A shiver seems to
Floyd | ripple down the dragon's spine, as if presaging some magical
Floyd | awakening.  The ripple rebounds from the tail and shudders back up the

Floyd | spine, growing in force and velocity until it disappears into the base
Floyd | of the creature's skull.  Then, slowly, lazily, the eyes open as if
Floyd | from a long, restful sleep.  Suddenly the head darts forward, causing
Floyd | you to leap back, fearful of an attack.  But the creature is merely
Floyd | stretching its long, sinuous neck.  Its angular head splits open in a
Floyd | great, toothy yawn that sends you peddling still further back.  Then,

Floyd | it rises up on its plump forelegs and shakes from side to side like a
Floyd | dog throwing off droplets of water.  Stretched and shaken, the
Floyd | creature throws its head skyward and trumpets forth with an
Floyd | elephantine roar that rattles your bones and sends every gull in the
Floyd | vicinity flapping away down the beach.  The creature's wings snap open
Floyd | with a loud crack that echoes out over the water like gunshot.

Floyd | Finally, the great, sandy beast glances around the beach, tightens the
Floyd | muscles of its powerful hind legs, and launches itself into the air.
Floyd | In an instant, it is airborne, beating the air with mighty strokes of
Floyd | its wings.  Its tail whips from side to side as it claws at the air,
Floyd | climbing higher and higher.  It turns to the west, toward the setting
Floyd | sun and the great marshy wetlands.  Soon, it's just a speck against

Floyd | the pastel smudged sky.  Then, gone.
Floyd |
Floyd | Incredible.  You've never believed that there was any real magic in
Floyd | the world, though your heart has always wished otherwise.  Here it is
Floyd | not only proven, but shown to be the result of singular personal
Floyd | vision.  What else but the sculptor's purity of belief in his creation

Floyd | could have brought it to life?  It gets you to thinking about work
Floyd | again, and how infrequently it lets you pursue your own vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling resolute.  "That's it.  I'm quitting."  You've made up
Floyd | your mind and thrown caution to the winds.  First thing on Monday,
Floyd | you're going to write your letter of resignation.  You feel

Floyd | exhilaratingly light, as if some constant pressure had been removed.
Floyd | You're sure that this is the right decision.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |

Floyd | >
McMartin asks, "Wow, the game's still going?"
vimes says, "there's a reason you call a hollow in something 'conchcave'"
vimes says, "no, wait, that's 'concave', sorry"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "score"
Floyd | Not exactly a score as such, but...
Floyd |
Floyd | -  The castle builders have revitalized your waning belief in a world
Floyd | full of wondrous novelty.
Floyd | -  Your sunset vision has reawakened your appreciation for the beauty

Floyd | of the mundane.
Floyd | -  Your strange kidnapping experience has rewarded you with the
Floyd | treasures of life and freedom.
Floyd | -  The coral reef has shown you that beauty may be found in unexpected
Floyd | places.
Floyd | -  The ghostly dancers have reminded you of the ineluctable joy of

Floyd | creative expression.
Floyd | -  The sand dragon's flight has proven the power and the magic of
Floyd | personal vision.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're feeling resolute.  "That's it.  I'm quitting."  You've made up
Floyd | your mind and thrown caution to the winds.  First thing on Monday,

Floyd | you're going to write your letter of resignation.  You feel
Floyd | exhilaratingly light, as if some constant pressure had been removed.
Floyd | You're sure that this is the right decision.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | The dunes piled up against the base of the pavilion block your way.
Floyd |
Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "sw"
Floyd | The dunes piled up against the base of the pavilion block your way.
Floyd |

Floyd | A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes
Floyd | before gently receding.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
Floyd |
Floyd | Dry Sand, North of Pier
Floyd | The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but
Floyd | for a few strollers.  The golden sand turns dark as it leads east
Floyd | toward the tide line .  The boardwalk lies back to the west.  To the

Floyd | south, tall dunes flank the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking
Floyd | your way.
Floyd |    Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
Floyd |
Floyd | A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your
Floyd | ankles.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd | You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered
Floyd | dunes.

Floyd |
Floyd | Beach Path
Floyd | The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads
Floyd | east to the Tybrisa Pavilion.  To the northeast and southeast, twin
Floyd | boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach.  By one of the
Floyd | boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands

Floyd | near the entrance of a small building to the northwest.  Your hotel
Floyd | towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
Floyd |    A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion.
Floyd |    There's an ugly gap in the path.
Floyd |    You see a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a clam
Floyd | shell, a length of rope, and a cork here.

Floyd |
Floyd | >
DavidW says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |    *   *   *   *   *
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | As the last rays of the sun dip below the horizon, a scrap of verse
Floyd | runs through your mind.  It's something you read on a tombstone in
Floyd | Savannah's colonial cemetery.

Floyd |
Floyd | "My life is like the Summer Rose,
Floyd |    "That opens to the morning sky;
Floyd | "But ere the shades of evening close
Floyd |    "Is scattered on the ground - to die."
Floyd |

Floyd | You recall that it was penned by Richard Henry Wilde.  It was inspired
Floyd | by brother James' descriptions of Florida, where he campaigned against
Floyd | the Seminoles.  Richard left his epic poem unfinished after James was
Floyd | shot through the heart in a duel with a fellow officer.
Floyd |
Floyd | You reflect on all the things you've seen and done here today.

Floyd | Somehow, life seems more precious now.  With life so short, why spend
Floyd | so much time and energy on a job you hate?  Especially at the expense
Floyd | of the creative pursuits that make life worth living.
Floyd |
Floyd | Yes, you think, it's definitely time for some change...
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd |    *   *   *   *   *
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | You have completed Sunset Over Savannah.
Floyd |

Floyd | You may undo your last move, restore a saved game, start over, view a
Floyd | list of fun things to try, view a list of painful things to try, or
Floyd | quit.
Floyd |
Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT:
Floyd | >

DavidW says, "FUN and PAIN"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "fun"
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |

Floyd |
Floyd | Have you tried...
Floyd |
Floyd | 1) Burying yourself in the sand?
Floyd | 2) Building (and destroying) a sand castle?
Floyd | 3) Removing your bathing suit in various places?

Floyd | 4) Typing "XYZZY"?
Floyd | 5) Saying "Hello, sailor" to the old man and asking him about the
Floyd | waving girl?
Floyd | 6) Saying "Hello, sailor" to the pirates, or cursing, greeting, or
Floyd | hitting them?
Floyd | 7) Jumping off the pavilion's canopy?

Floyd | 8) Eating the peanuts?
Floyd | 9) Eating the shrimp?
Floyd | 10) Eating the boiled crab?
Floyd | 11) Hitting the dragon?
Floyd | 12) Hitting or punching the sand castle?
Floyd | 13) Dropping the brick on various small items?

Floyd | 14) Pushing the aluminum canister out of the storage area?
Floyd |
Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT:
Floyd | >
inky says, "ha ha painful things"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "pain"
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Things that can get you hurt...

Floyd |
Floyd | 1) Drowning yourself.
Floyd | 2) Jumping in the diving bell.
Floyd | 3) Jumping from the roof of the enclosure.
Floyd | 4) Jumping off the pier into the sand.
Floyd | 5) Jumping off the pier into the sand with the brick.

Floyd | 6) Jumping off the pavilion canopy.
Floyd | 7) Trying to dig with bare hands in the cement.
Floyd | 8) Kicking the glass castle.
Floyd | 9) Punching the glass castle.
Floyd | 10) Putting your hand in the boiler.
Floyd | 11) Swimming without eyegear.

Floyd | 12) Reaching into the fissure.
Floyd | 13) Climbing the benches while they're stacked in the north face.
Floyd | 14) Picking up a glass mite.
Floyd | 15) Dropping the brick on your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | Please enter (U)NDO, (R)ESTORE, RE(S)TART, (F)UN, (P)AIN, or (Q)UIT:

Floyd | >
McMartin says, "Hee at #7"
DavidW says, "aie. head in boiler"
DavidW says, "We did #7!"
McMartin says, "HAND. HAND, not HEAD"
inky says, "hand, but still"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Jacqueline says, "Aiee pain."
McMartin asks, "Can you actually get killed?"
Jacqueline says, "And hooray! Thanks for sticking with it, David."
Jacqueline says (to McMartin), "No, I don't think so."
McMartin says, "EPIC IF PLAYING"
DavidW says, "thanks. I wish we'd solved that one puzzle honestly, though. I wonder what the right answer was."
Jacqueline says, "Hm, yeah."
inky says, "apparently you tie the shrimp to the shingle, then give the shrimp to the crab"
Jacqueline says, "Well. Shrimp on a shingle."
vimes says, "that's going to be my new swearterm"



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