text: > Look around
  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.
  
  > examine the sculpture
  It's some sort of big reptile, longer than you are tall. You can't tell much more from here, as it lies in the wet sand to the east.
  
  > 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.
  
  > look at the sculpture
  The enormous sand sculpture is almost twice as long as you are tall, and stands nearly to your shoulder. It's some sort of huge, scaly reptile, basking on its swollen belly in the evening light. Lying flat against its sides are a pair of batlike wings that sprout from a ridged, bony spine. The spine curves down and around, ending in a massive, coiled tail. Two plump hind legs sprawl out in back, while a pair of short, stubby arms lies crossed beneath an angular head full of sharp looking teeth.
  
  You note that certain parts of the creature, including its spine, claws, eyes, and teeth consist of carefully placed sea shells. The shells give the creature an illusory realism. Curiously, there is an empty cavity in the creature's beak that looks as if it might once have held a shell.
  
  All in all, the dragon seems surprisingly realistic, as if it had recently clawed its way out of the sand to warm itself beneath the bright sun.
  
  > kick it
  You move towards the dragon... but halt with a sudden flash of insight. In your mind, you picture someone spending hours digging up and piling the sand, pushing it into rough form, carefully smoothing the curves and contours, detailing the fingers and face, collecting shells for the dorsal ridge... You carefully back away, and as you do, it almost seems that one of the dragon's heavy lidded eyes opens, and favors you with a long, lazy wink.
  
  A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes before gently receding.
  
  > put the shell in the reptile
  Which shell do you mean, the clam shell, or the mussel shell?
  
  > put the clam shell in the cavity
  You try setting the clam shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the clam shell.
  
  > put the mussel shell in the cavity
  You try setting the mussel shell into the cavity. Nothing happens, and somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim the mussel shell.
  
  > examine the cavity
  It's a shallow cavity about the size of your two cupped palms, in both depth and circumference. There's nothing in it.
  
  > examine head
  Which head do you mean, your head, or the dragon's head?
  
  > look at the dragon's head
  The dragon's angular head rests limply on the dragon's crossed arms. Its mouth is full of sharp-looking teeth, while its beak is home to a curiously empty cavity.
  
  > look at your head
  It's your head. You've had it for years.
  
  > put your head in the cavity
  You try setting your head into the cavity. Nothing happens, and somehow, it just doesn't feel right. Disappointed, you reclaim your head.
  
  > examine the dragon's teeth
  It's an angular slit bissecting the long birdlike beak. A mouthful of shells gives the dragon a cartoonish, picket fence grin.
  
  > look at the wings
  The dragon's wings are ribbed like a bats, and lie folded up against the dragon's swollen belly. Even though they're made of sand, they someone manage to look tough and leathery.
  
  > Go south
  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.
  You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > examine the crab shell
  It's the carapace of some sort of crab. The edges of the shell come to sharp points, almost like a serrated blade, while the surface is mottled with deep shades of red and blue.
  
  A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes before gently receding.
  
  > get it
  You've already got your hands full.
  
  > Oops sieve
  The clam shell: You toss the clam shell in the sieve.
  The mussel shell: You can't fit that in the sieve.
  The crab shell: You can't fit that in the sieve.
  
  > Go west
  You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an opening in the dunes, and a closed wire mesh gate leads to a small storage area to the west.
  
  > examine the gate
  It's an ordinary wire mesh gate that seals off the storage area. A smooth steel plate set in the gate houses a simple lock. Currently, the gate is closed and locked.
  
  > Unlock lock
  What do you want to unlock it with?
  
  > Key
  Unlocked.
  
  > open gate
  The gate swings open silently, on well oiled hinges.
  
  > 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. Apparently it's used as a storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans. 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.
  
  > drop the key
  You toss the steel key to the ground.
  
  > examine the board
  It's a square piece of perforated cork board, hung with a variety of unrecognizable tools and useless spare parts. In fact, the only item that looks to be of any use at all is a thin, tapered strip of metal resembling a crowbar.
  
  > get the crowbar
  You've already got your hands full.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a sieve, a mussel shell, a single glass bottle, and a pair of goggles. The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  > Wear the goggles
  You slide the cheap white strap over your head and slide the goggles down over your eyes. They make an adequate, if uninspiring, seal.
  
  > Go east
  You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small storage area to the west.
  
  > Go south
  Great dunes of sand, piled up against the pillars supporting the pavilion, block your exit in that direction.
  
  > go east
  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.
  You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > Go south
  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.
  Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
  
  > examine the castle
  It's very unusual. You've never seen a sand castle like this one. Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets. Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top.
  It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built, like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!" kits that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops. Now that you've noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen.
  
  The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans, that crawl all over and through it.
  
  A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes before gently receding.
  
  > 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.
  
  A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes before gently receding.
  
  > Go west
  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.
  
  > Go west
  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 seems to be a loose brick in the path.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > 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. A number of wooden benches sit along the north face of the pavilion.
  
  Grains of sand on the concrete floor twinkle as the light of the setting sun streaks through them at just the right angle.
  
  > Pry hoop
  You set down the other stuff you were carrying to free your hands. Then you slide the crowbar beneath the deformed hoop where it meets the steel chain, and ratchet it back and forth, trying to loosen the hoop. The hoop slides up a hair's breadth, then catches on a link of the chain. You remove the crowbar and shift your point of attack to the chain. As you apply pressure to the recalcitrant link, it bites into the soft wooden stave beneath it. You keep pushing, and... crack! The force applied to the link splits the stave lengthwise, dividing a thin slice from the trunk of the stave. The thin slice now bears the brunt of the metal hoop's tension, while the main part of the stave is free of it.
  
  > take the stave
  You set down the crowbar and then seize the top end of the stave with both hands. Though it's no longer bound by the top hoop, the two lower hoops still put a lot of tension on it. Nevertheless, you grit your teeth and rock the stave back and forth, until it finally scrapes free of the barrel.
  
  > look at the stave
  It's a long, heavy, slightly curved piece of wood.
  
  > take the hoop
  Which hoop do you mean, the two bottom hoops, or the third hoop?
  
  > Third
  You manage to jam your finger tips beneath the topmost hoop. It wiggles a bit, but it's still too tight for you to remove with your bare hands.
  
  > Third
  You to slide your fingers under the hoop, but all the give is gone.
  
  A slight gust raises a thin skein of sand and whips it across your ankles.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a pair of goggles (being worn), and a broken stave.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  > take the bar
  You toss the broken stave to the ground.
  
  Taken.
  
  > Pry third hoop
  You to slide the crowbar under the hoop, but all the give is gone.
  
  > take the stave
  Taken.
  
  > take the bar
  You already have the crowbar!
  
  > 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 seems to be a loose brick in the path.
  
  > go to the 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 seems to be a loose brick in the path.
  
  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.
  
  A new gull, apparently a stranger to the flock, flies low over the feeding grounds and sends the other gulls into a screaming rage.
  
  > Go east
  The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the shoreline.
  
  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.
  Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
  
  A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
  
  > look at the castle
  It's very unusual. You've never seen a sand castle like this one. Instead of the usual overturned-pail-full-of-sand method, this castle seems to have been made of little beaded droplets of wet sand, stacked capriciously atop each other into miniature spires and minnarets. Several thin spires climb skyward, rising to about knee height, and a narrow band spirals around the whole construction from base to top.
  It almost looks like the whole thing was grown, rather than built, like the crystals that sprout from the "Grow Your Own Crystals!" kits that are so popular at boardwalk novelty shops. Now that you've noticed it, the castle even seems to have a certain glassy sheen.
  
  The castle is inhabited by some sort of insects, or tiny crustaceans, that crawl all over and through it.
  
  > look at the insects
  You lean in to take a close look. They're too tiny to see much detail, but there are hundreds of them zipping around the tall spires. They seem to be crustaceans. Or maybe some kind of insect. In any case, they have six legs. Or maybe eight. Call yourself crazy, but it looks like some of them are carrying grains of sand. You lean in further, and on closer inspection are able to confirm your theory. Then, right before your eyes, a small cluster of mites carries a bit of shiny something, perhaps a speck of broken glass, into the castle. They bring it to the very top of the tallest spire. Somehow, they melt down the shiny fragment and assimilate into the castle. Perhaps it's just your imagination, but you'd swear there was a miniscule plume of smoke curling about the spire.
  
  > Go west
  Cool wet sand gives way to warm dry sand as you climb up the beach.
  
  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 strutting male gulls face off, puffing out their breast feathers and bobbing their heads in each other's direction. A noise suspiciously like laughter emanates from several female gulls, and the two males hurriedly stand down.
  
  > take all
  The steel key: Taken.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  > look at the passcard
  It's a card of bright orange plastic, a bit smaller and a good deal thicker than a credit card. You can see no magnetic stripe. Instead, it has a row of red and green dots running along one edge.
  
  > Go east
  You're in a low space beneath the pavilion, which is supported by massive cement pylons. Two metal pipes extrude from the cement above you and bend east to follow the pier. The beach lies east through an opening in the dunes, and an open wire mesh gate leads to a small storage area to the west.
  
  > 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.
  
  > go to the west
  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.
  You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the sand.
  
  > take all
  The sieve: You've already got your hands full.
  The mussel shell: You've already got your hands full.
  The glass bottle: You've already got your hands full.
  
  > 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 seems to be a loose brick in the path.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), a pair of goggles (being worn), a crowbar, and a broken stave.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  > DROP CROWBAR, STAVE, GOGGLES
  The crowbar: You toss the crowbar to the ground.
  The broken stave: You toss the broken stave to the ground.
  The pair of goggles: You toss the pair of goggles to the ground.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > Go northeast
  You skip along the wooden boardwalk to the beach, evoking a strong memory of the carefree summer days of your childhood.
  
  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.
  You see a sieve, a mussel shell, and a glass bottle, lying in the sand.
  
  > take all
  The sieve: Taken.
  The mussel shell: Taken.
  The glass bottle: Taken.
  
  > 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 seems to be a loose brick in the path.
  You see a crowbar, a broken stave, and a pair of goggles (being
  worn) here.
  
  > drop all but the bottle
  The sieve: You toss the sieve to the ground.
  The mussel shell: You toss the mussel shell to the ground.
  
  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.
  
  A toddler of about four, gurgling excitedly, barrels into the flock of gulls. A flurry of white and grey feathers explodes into the air, only to flap back to earth a few feet away.
  
  > Go east
  The warm dry sand gives way to cool wet sand as you move closer to the shoreline.
  
  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.
  Someone has built an odd little castle just above the tide line.
  
  A thin crest of white foam glides up the beach and covers your toes before gently receding.
  
  > take the insect
  It's difficult, because they're so small... but you lean in close, follow one likely specimen, and... got it! You stand up to examine your catch in better light. Ouch! You instinctively beat at the air with your wounded hand, but the creature has already been dislodged. You look at the tiny red welt already swelling on the heel of your palm. Is it... smoking? No, it must be just an illusion caused by your sudden state of distress. But you'd swear you saw a tiny plume of smoke rising from your palm.
  
  > put the insect in the bottle
  It's difficult, because they're so small... but you lean in close, follow one likely specimen, and... got it! You cram the mite through the mouth of the bottle. Just as you're beginning to enjoy your mighty triumph, you detect a sudden whiff of burning glass. You peer into the bottle to discover that the mite is burning a tiny hole straight through the bottom! The mite leaps out and disappears into the beach sand, leaving behind only a tiny drop of molten glass which cools instantly, resealing the hole.
  
  A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
  
  > throw the bottle at the castle
  You toss the bottle among the castle's spires. It lies for a moment, unnoticed. Then, a lone crustacean investigates. You see a single, tiny plume of smoke. Suddenly, as if on a prearranged signal, the mighty miniature hoards descend. More swiftly than you can follow, the tiny mites somehow disassemble the glass bottle and assimilate its mass into the castle. As the bottle disappears, the castle grows. By the time the bottle is completely gone, the castle has grown a new spire.
  
  A tiny crab rushes from an invisible hole by your feet and scuttles away, quickly disappearing into another, equally invisible hole.
  
  > examine the pipes
  Far overhead, a pair of thick metal pipes run the length of the pier, suspended a few fingers beneath the pier's concrete underbelly. Presumably, they carry water to and from the pavilion's rest rooms and fountains. Squinting, you can just make out some shiny or reflective object, perhaps a glass lens, caught in the space between the pipe and the cement ceiling.
  
  > take the lens
  The shiny object is too far away.
  
  > examine the shiny object
  It's difficult to see just what it is from down here, hidden as it is in the dim shadow beneath the pier. All you can tell is that it's some sort of shiny object or reflective surface, perhaps a lens, nestled among the pipes overhead.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > Inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), and a glass bottle.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  > go east
  The surf glides up to meet you as you approach the water, a cool shock against your warm skin.
  
  Shallow Water, Beneath Pier
  The knee-deep water here is cooled by the shadow of the pier, which here rises to almost three times your height. A pair of metal pipes run the length of it, presumably a part of the pavilion's plumbing. The avenue of supporting pylons leads west, on to the sand, and also continued into deeper water to the east. You can escape the pier's chilly shadow to the north or south.
  
  > Go west
  You splash merrily out of the shallow water, on to the hard packed sand.
  
  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.
  You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > 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. Apparently it's used as a storage area for recyclable trash, as there are two big blue recycling canisters here, one containing glass bottles, the other aluminum cans. 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 here.
  
  > take the canister
  Which canister do you mean, the glass recycling canister, or the aluminum recycling canister?
  
  > Aluminum
  It's too bulky too pick up and carry around, but you could easily push it in any direction you wanted to go.
  
  > continue
  You grab hold of the canister and slide it east, over the dry sand. You've made it almost to the far end of the pavilion when you trip over your own feet, sending the canister over on its side. You look up to find that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards the ocean. You chase after it, but it's picking up speed. You redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just... might... make it... Splash! The canister goes into the water and starts drifting out to sea. It shrinks into the distance between the long row of pylons, becoming smaller and smaller. Soon, the canister has drifted out of sight.
  
  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.
  You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > 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. Apparently it's used as a storage area for recyclable trash, as there's a big blue recycling canister here, containing glass bottles. 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 here.
  
  > go west
  The solid cement wall prevents you from exiting in that direction.
  
  > Keep going
  You put your shoulder to the canister again and try to move it further east, fighting the friction of the sandy floor. Sand piles up against the leading edge of the canister, but still you struggle onward, making slow progress. You make it almost to the far end of the pavilion, where the canister freezes in the sand. You brace yourself and try to force it with a good, strong shove... until crash! the canister goes over on its side, and you with it. You look up to find that the canister has begun rolling down the slope towards the ocean. You chase after it, but it's picking up speed. It continues its descent, heading towards one of the pier's cement pylons. You redouble your efforts to catch it, and it looks like you just... might... make it... Crash! The canister rebounds off the pylon and shatters with a hideous cacophony, spewing bottles and chunks of thin blue plastic in a rain of broken glass.
  
  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.
  The beach is littered with broken bottles and blue plastic shards.
  You see a crab shell, lying in the sand.
  
  A flash of light catches your eyes. It seems to have originated from the pipes running overhead.
  
  > take the shell
  Taken.
  
  > drop the crab shell
  You toss the crab shell to the ground.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > Inventory
  You have a pair of shorts (being worn), a bathing suit (being worn), and a glass bottle.
  The pocket of your shorts seems to contain some money and your passcard.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > remove the goggles
  You strip the goggles off of your head.