Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The morning sun beat onto the rusted deck of the boat. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the sharpness of burning fuel. The engines groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire hull. The deck was slick with rain, making it difficult to move without falling. Skipper Blackheart paced the deck, his face creased with worry. He s

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