SLIPPERY DECKS AND STEAMY ENGINES

The morning sun beat onto the wooden deck of the boat. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the bitterness of sizzling fuel. The engines groaned and sputtered, sending a shiver through the entire hull. The deck was slick with oil, making it dangerous to move without falling. Old Man Blackheart paced the deck, his face lined with worry. He