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A massive ship
Peter stepped cautiously toward the looming shape on the water. It wasn’t moving—it just hovered there ominously. “What the hell is that?” he muttered, gripping Max’s leash tighter. As he walked further down the pier, the truth became clear: a massive, rusted, lifeless ship rested at the harbor’s edge—aged, full of holes, and completely unfamiliar.
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