A Ship by Any Other Name

Photo by Elise VanCise. One of the original Hart Line Steamers. Hamilton signed deeply and stretched as he sunned on top of the crates. It was a quiet morning on their journey. That thought triggered something, it was too quiet. He sat up and looked at the old steamer’s top pipe, not a single puff of smoke.
At least the water was calm as glass. “Jacob, didn’t you notice the engine’s kaput?”
Jacob sits up from his nap on the bow and cocks his head to listen. “Damn, when did she fail?” He po...