"You won't find any "official" reports, if that's your angle."

He shrugs, as well as he can while resting his weight on them, tentacles subtly rubbing and twisting against each other idly as he speaks.

"Not for lack of trying. The problem is, once they admit that they were trespassing on restricted coastline, the paperwork gets thrown out."

With a tilt of his head, he gestures to the area where a sign hangs, currently out of view, that labels this section of the water as such.

"So, what--you're here to get a first-hand account of your own?"