text: [Themes: Fantasy, underwater]
  
  > Go downwards
  You test the top bench yet again. It's still not as sturdy as you'd like it to be, but it'll have to do. You set to climbing down the stack of benches.
  
  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 treasure map and a clam shell here.
  
  The breeze carries the sound of a calypso drum from somewhere far down the beach.
  
  > go to the north
  This patch of the broad pavilion floor seems to be set aside for spectators, while the main part of the pavilion floor sprawls largely to the south. You can see a bunch of wooden benches there. Beyond that, against the southern railing, you can see the brick faced enclosure and the tiny snack bar.
  
  > Go west
  The railing prevents you from going that way.
  
  An elderly couple strolls past you, hand in hand, clearly enjoying the sunset.
  
  > go to the south
  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 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.
  
  > 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.
  
  > go to the 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.
  
  A bunch of young children run past, slowing only long enough to point at you and giggle.
  
  > 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 crowbar, a sieve, a loose brick, a length of rope, a strapless pair of goggles, an antique bottle, a cork, and a shrimp here.
  
  A slight gust of wind sends eddies of sand swirling over the brick path.
  
  > go to the 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.
  
  > climb the benches
  You'd better do something with the treasure map you're carrying first. You'll need both hands free to climb.
  
  > drop the map
  You toss the treasure map to the ground.
  
  Several gulls land nearby, briefly tussle over some invisible morsel, and fly off shrieking.
  
  > Go upwards
  You scramble up into the rafters, grab hold of a nearby beam, and lean out over empty space. You can just reach the opening in the pavilion. Your grip is tenuous, but you manage to pull yourself up and heave yourself through the trap door.
  
  As you climb to your feet, a loose shingle rocks beneath your knee and nearly sends you falling back through the hatch.
  
  The view from the shingled canopy is quite lovely. A deeply orange sun is setting beyond your hotel, while the beach stretches like a golden ribbon to north and south. To the east, the long pier stretches out towards the sprawling blue sea. Sadly, you can find no trace of your earlier vision, though the sunset is still glorious.
  The maintenance hatch through which you climbed lies open against
  the canopy.
  
  > take the shingle
  Which shingle do you mean, the rooftop shingles, or the loose shingle?
  
  > Loose
  While it does wiggle a bit, it's still wedged pretty firmly in place.
  
  > pry the loose shingle with the stave
  You locate the loose shingle and try to jam the stave beneath it, but the rows of shingles are too tightly mounted to permit the broad stave.