text: [Themes: Fantasy, beach, maritime, underwater]
  
  > look around
  Damp Sand, Beneath Pier
  You stand in the cool shadow of the long pier, among its supporting pylons. The pylons lead east like a subterranean avenue. A pair of pipes runs the length of the pier, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. To the west, the dunes that surround the pavilion part to allow passage beneath it. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to the north or south.
  A great crystalline castle dominates the area, rising nearly to the underside of the pier.
  
  > go north
  Damp Sand, North of Pier
  The damp, hard packed sand is darkened almost to bronze by the relentless tide to the east, while to the west it lightens to a powdery gold before ending in tall dunes. To the south, you can pass through the pylons supporting the long pier that stretches east from the pavilion.
  Someone has built an enormous sand sculpture here. It seems to be some sort of reptile.
  You see a mussel shell, a crab shell, a clam shell, and a snail
  shell, lying in the sand.
  
  > Go southwest
  You skip across the wooden boardwalk, passing over the scrub covered dunes.
  
  The brick beach path ends at the foot of a cement stairway that leads east to the Tybrisa Pavilion. To the northeast and southeast, twin boardwalks wrap around the pavilion towards the beach. By one of the boardwalks is a simple public shower, while a white diving bell stands near the entrance of a small building to the northwest. Your hotel towers back to the west, obscuring the sunset.
  A sign advertising boiled peanuts points east, into the pavilion. There's an ugly gap in the path.
  You see a crowbar, a broken stave, a sieve, and a loose brick here.
  
  > Go east
  The light of the setting sun warms your back as you exit the shade of the pavilion and begin the long stroll down the pier.
  
  The pier is even longer than it looked. It stretches back west to the great pavilion and continues still further east towards the sea. A small shelter rests at the far end. From below, you can hear the fizzle and hiss of the shallow surf.
  
  > go east
  It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shade beneath the small shelter.
  
  The pier ends here in a small rectangular shelter with a low wooden roof. You imagine that, seen from overhead, it would look like a pendulum hung from the face of the pavilion. The railing surrounds you on all sides but to the west, where you can follow the pier back towards the pavilion. A water fountain is tucked in one corner.
  You see a shrimp here.
  
  An old man is fishing off the pier with a great, heavy rod. Resting on the railing beside him is an open tackle box, while at his feet sit a bucket full of freshly caught fish and an empty burlap sack.
  
  The old man stares out to sea, and solemnly salutes a far away tanker.
  
  > take the shrimp
  Taken.
  
  The old man stares grimly at the sun, as if daring it to sink any lower.
  
  > dive off the Pier
  The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over empty space. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and... jump! You ready yourself for a neat cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated. You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash! You hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the backs of your thighs. The water you displaced now comes rushing back in to slap painfully at your ears. Your momentum carries you several feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface.
  You seem to have lost several of your posessions in the fall.
  
  Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
  The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the shoreline.
  You see a cork, bobbing on the waves.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), and a scuba mask (being worn).
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  The cork starts drifting slowly toward shallower water.
  
  > Inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, a treasure map, a scuba mask (being worn), a white rubber strap, and a shrimp.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new lure.
  
  > drop all
  The strapless pair of goggles: You toss the strapless pair of goggles to the ground.
  The antique bottle: You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
  The cork: You toss the cork to the ground.
  The treasure map: You toss the treasure map to the ground.
  The white rubber strap: You toss the white rubber strap to the ground.
  The shrimp: You toss the shrimp to the ground.
  
  The old man consults his bait box, and reties his line with a new lure.
  
  > dive off the Pier
  The old man watches with flinty eyes as you climb over the railing and maneuver yourself so that you're standing on your heels facing out with your toes hanging out over empty space. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and... jump! You ready yourself for a neat cannonball, but the water rushes up faster than you anticipated. You're still trying to bend your legs into position when splash! You hit the water with a stinging impact that burns your buttocks and the backs of your thighs. The water you displaced now comes rushing back in to slap painfully at your ears. Your momentum carries you several feet underwater, but you quickly rise, sputtering, to the surface.
  
  Deep Water, Beneath Pier, (treading water)
  The long pier finally comes to an end, the last of its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky depths below. To the east lies nothing but endless ocean. The welcoming sands of the beach lie back to the west. Or you can strike off north or south, parallel to the shoreline.
  
  A gentle wave laps by, setting you bobbing in the current.