Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The evening sun beat onto the wooden deck of the boat. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sharpness of sizzling fuel. The boiler groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with oil, making it dangerous to move without sliding. Skipper One-Eyed Pete paced the deck, his face lined with worry.

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