Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The evening sun beat onto the rusted deck of the vessel. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of puffing fuel. The boiler groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire frame. The deck was slick with sweat, making it difficult to move without slipping. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry. He o

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