Shipwreck

Chacabuco is being devoured before my eyes. Unlike a shellfish fossil safely preserved beneath the Desert's Skin, it's exposed, clawed at.

It's a sunken ship that the Sea has moved upon. A giant squid wraps around its mast and a jellyfish clings to a cabin wall. An electric eel grows from an empty windowsill in a sickly, leering manner and the current is completely silent.