Grimy Decks and Rumblin' Engines

The afternoon sun beat onto the rusted deck of the boat. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of burning fuel. The boiler groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with rain, making it difficult to move without slipping. Old Man Jones paced the deck, his face creased with worry. He

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