Grimy Decks and Rumblin' Engines

The morning sun beat onto the steel deck of the boat. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of puffing fuel. The engines groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with sweat, making it difficult to move without sliding. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry. H

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