GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The morning sun beat against the rusted deck of the boat. A salty smell hung in the air, mixed with the bitterness of sizzling fuel. The machine groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with rain, making it tricky to move without slipping. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry