Fish swim past them, and as they reach the sandy bottom, they can see fields of sea plants and corals. Curufin's feet touch the sand, and he peers around him, looking for the city structures that are supposed to be here. The SCA lights help, and Curufin also has very good night vision.

"There!" he says, pointing. "Those look like market buildings."

He pushes off the sand and starts swimming in that direction. They come to some low buildings made of sand and seashells, with various shapes. Some have counters with trade goods sitting on them, some have shelves and cupboards. The creepy thing about these stalls and stores is that there are people in them -- lying on the floors, their scales shining in the SCA light, their brightly colored hair scattered about them.

"What the hell?" says Curufin, as he moves to look more closely at these unconscious people.