Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The evening sun beat against the rusted deck of the ship. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of burning fuel. The engines groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with rain, making it dangerous to move without slipping. Old Man Blackheart paced the deck, his face wrinkled with w

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