GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The evening sun beat onto the rusted deck of the ship. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the sharpness of puffing fuel. The boiler groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire hull. The deck was slick with rain, making it dangerous to move without slipping. Skipper One-Eyed Pete paced the deck, his face creased with worry.