GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The evening sun beat down the wooden deck of the vessel. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of sizzling fuel. The engines groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire frame. The deck was slick with oil, making it dangerous to move without slipping. Skipper Blackheart paced the deck, his face wrinkled with worry. H