DRAFTY DECKS AND SMOKIN' ENGINES

The evening sun beat down the wooden deck of the vessel. A salty smell hung in the air, mixed with the sharpness of puffing fuel. The engines groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with sweat, making it tricky to move without falling. Old Man Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry. He