GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The morning sun beat down the wooden deck of the vessel. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the bitterness of sizzling fuel. The engines groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire hull. The deck was slick with sweat, making it difficult to move without sliding. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face creased with worry. H