Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The afternoon sun beat onto the wooden deck of the boat. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the bitterness of sizzling fuel. The boiler groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with rain, making it difficult to move without slipping. Old Man Blackheart paced the deck, his face creased with wo

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