text: [Themes: Fantasy, underwater, beach, animals]
  
  > Look around
  A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone home for the night.
  Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
  Sitting on the snack bar is a shrimp and a length of rope.
  
  A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point at you and giggle.
  
  > put the shrimp in the boiler
  You toss the shrimp in the boiler.
  
  > go west
  The brick faced enclosure blocks your way.
  
  An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
  
  > Go north
  You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
  There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're
  stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice your height.
  You see a clam shell here.
  
  > Go west
  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 sieve, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a broken stave here.
  
  > go east
  You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
  
  You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
  There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're
  stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice your height.
  You see a clam shell here.
  
  An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the sunset.
  
  > go south
  A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone home for the night.
  Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
  Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope.
  
  A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern horizon.
  
  > put the shrimp in the sieve
  You toss the shrimp in the sieve.
  
  A young boy wearing a bright blue bathing suit and matching flip-flops runs by.
  
  > put the sieve in the boiler
  You toss the sieve in the boiler.
  
  The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down the beach.
  
  > turn on the boiler
  You turn the knob to the 'On' position.
  
  A speck of sunlight glints off a ship lying far off on the eastern horizon.
  
  > turn off the boiler
  You turn the knob back to the 'Off' position.
  
  An early evening breeze fills your nose with the tangy scent of brine.
  
  > Go north
  You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
  There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're
  stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice your height.
  You see a clam shell here.
  
  > go west
  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 strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and
  a broken stave here.
  
  > 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 strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
  here.
  
  > Go northwest
  You rattle the glass door of the Marine Center, but find it locked. A sign inside the door explains that the center is only open from 10am to 2pm. However, beside the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > examine Center
  The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed. A notice inside the glass door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm. Through the door you can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks. Outside the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > examine the posters
  The Tybee Island Marine Center is closed. A notice inside the glass door informs you that its hours are 10am to 2pm. Through the door you can see posters displaying various local sea life, and through a dark passage, you can just barely make out several glass tanks. Outside the entrance is a sturdy looking white diving bell.
  
  > Go east
  The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the shoreline.
  
  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, and a snail shell, lying in
  the sand.
  
  A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
  
  > go east
  The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock against your warm skin.
  
  Shallow Water, North of Pier
  The surf swells around your knees, occasionally surging up to your waist. You can crawl up onto the beach to the west, where someone has built a large sand sculpture above the ebbing surf, or swim into deeper water to the east. To the south, you can pass through the cement pylons supporting the pier.
  
  A gentle, white crested wave laps past your knees.
  
  > fill the bottle with Water
  You fill the antique bottle with salt water from the ocean.
  
  > go to the southwest
  You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed sand.
  
  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, and a snail shell, lying in
  the sand.
  
  Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
  
  Dry Sand, North of Pier
  The season is early and the day late, leaving the beach deserted but for a few strollers. The golden sand turns dark as it leads east toward the tide line , where someone has built a large sand sculpture. The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the south, tall dunes flank the base of the Tybrisa Pavilion, blocking your way.
  Chained to the end of the boardwalk is a trash barrel.
  
  A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your ankles.
  
  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 strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
  here.
  
  > Go south
  You skip lightly up the concrete stairs to the pavilion.
  
  You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
  There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're
  stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice your height.
  You see a clam shell here.
  
  An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the sunset.
  
  A quaint little snack bar nestles beside the brick enclosure, while the rest of the pavilion sprawls out to the north. A hand-painted sign above the counter advertises boiled peanuts. The vendor has gone home for the night.
  Behind the counter is an industrial boiler.
  Sitting on the snack bar is a length of rope.
  
  A young, auburn haired woman wearing nothing more than sneakers and an incredibly revealing thong bikini jogs past. Jogging alongside her is a darkly-tanned, slim-hipped young man, similarly dressed.
  
  > pour Water into the boiler
  Which water do you mean, the salt water, or the ocean water?
  
  > Salt
  The amount of water in the antique bottle is hardly enough even to cover the bottom of the pan. You decide not to bother.
  
  A fat, grey gull swoops past you, lands momentarily on the nearby railing, and then launches itself back into the air.
  
  > take the shrimp
  Taken.
  
  A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point at you and giggle.
  
  > go west
  You're standing in the center of a colossal gazebo that provides shade for sunburned tourists like yourself. The octagonal floor is made of unbroken grey concrete, bordered on each face by a waist high railing. Tall beams support a sloping wooden canopy that rises over three times your height. A red brick enclosure squats in the southwest corner and a small snack bar nestles up against the enclosure to the south. To the east lies the foot of a seemingly endless pier.
  There are numerous wooden benches here. Right now, they're
  stacked, one on top of another, into a towering wooden column twice your height.
  You see a clam shell here.
  
  A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point at you and giggle.
  
  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 strapless pair of goggles, a cork, and a broken stave
  here.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > Go southeast
  You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
  
  Dry Sand, South of Pier
  The cool early evening has left the beach nearly deserted but for a few joggers and unsupervised children. To the east, the dry, powdery sand goes hard as it rolls down toward the swelling tide. The boardwalk lies back to the west. To the north, tall dunes flank the base of the pavilion, blocking your way.
  Someone has scrawled a message and a simple diagram in the powdery sand.
  A heap of trash has been scattered into the sand by the squabbling flock of gulls. The shallow hole you dug here earlier is still visible.
  
  Hundreds of gulls are engaged in a fierce battle over the pile of refuse, squabbling and squawking at each other and filling the air with hungry shrieks.
  
  Two gulls break off from the main flock to fight over a choice morsel. A third flies over to investigate, and soon all three fly squawking away over the beach.
  
  > Go west
  You're in a small, cement walled room. But for the open gate in the east face, it would be one big cement cube. Against the rear wall is a large bin full of used paper products. Next to that is a plain looking utility table over which is hung a peg board.
  You see a steel key, a treasure map, and a shingle here.
  
  > examine bin
  It's a waist high wooden bin. It seems to be full of used paper products.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  The white rubber strap dangles limply from the crowbar.
  
  > put the shrimp in Water
  You let go of the white rubber strap, the shrimp and the crowbar. The strap sinks beneath the surface and disappears into the murky water along with the shrimp and the crowbar.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a scuba mask (being worn), a crowbar, a white rubber strap, an antique bottle (containing salt water), and a shrimp.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  The crowbar is joined to the shrimp by the white rubber strap.
  
  > Go west
  You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed sand.
  
  Damp Sand, South of Pier
  To the east, the shallow surf ebbs and flows up onto the cold, wet sand. The sand turns into powdery gold back to the west. To the north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the long pier that extends from the pavilion. The small castle you found here earlier has disappeared. The mites must have integrated its materials into the larger castle.
  
  > drop the bottle
  You toss the antique bottle to the ground.
  
  > go east
  The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock against your warm skin.
  
  Shallow Water, South of Pier
  You're up to your knees in the gently surging tide. It flows up onto the beach to the west and grows deeper to the east. To the north, you can pass among the pylons supporting the pier.
  
  > Go east
  You launch yourself towards deeper water, skimming along for a few yards before coming to a stop.
  
  The shrimp shows renewed life as it makes contact with the salt water.
  
  Deep Water, South of Pier, (treading water)
  There's nothing but endless ocean to the east. Shallower waters beckon to the west. The long cement pier finally comes to an end to the north of you, its supporting pylons disappearing into the murky depths.