SLIPPERY DECKS AND STEAMY ENGINES

The evening sun beat down the steel deck of the ship. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of puffing fuel. The boiler groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with sweat, making it difficult to move without sliding. Captain Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry.