Drafty Decks and Smokin' Engines

The morning sun beat against the rusted deck of the ship. A thick smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of burning fuel. The machine groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire frame. The deck was slick with oil, making it difficult to move without slipping. Skipper Jones paced the deck, his face wrinkled with worry. He obs

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