DRAFTY DECKS AND SMOKIN' ENGINES

The evening sun beat down the rusted deck of the boat. A cloying smell hung in the air, mixed with the bitterness of burning fuel. The machine groaned and chugged, sending a shiver through the entire structure. The deck was slick with sweat, making it difficult to move without slipping. Old Man Jones paced the deck, his face creased with worry. H