Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The morning sun beat down the rusted deck of the ship. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of puffing fuel. The engines groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire hull. The deck was slick with rain, making it difficult to move without sliding. Captain Jones paced the deck, his face creased with worry. He observed

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