GRIMY DECKS AND RUMBLIN' ENGINES

The evening sun beat against the rusted deck of the vessel. A salty smell hung in the air, mixed with the sharpness of puffing fuel. The machine groaned and rattled, sending a shiver through the entire frame. The deck was slick with sweat, making it dangerous to move without slipping. Old Man Jones paced the deck, his face lined with worry. He ga