GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The afternoon sun beat onto the rusted deck of the ship. A salty smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of puffing fuel. The engines groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire frame. The deck was slick with oil, making it difficult to move without slipping. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face wrinkled with worry. He