That shouldn’t happen
The motor roared back to life almost instantly, but the sound carried a strange rasp. Every head turned, eyes meeting in tense silence. The captain frowned, leaning over the gauges with practiced care. His brows knit tighter as he checked each one, then shook his head slowly. “Fuel’s good,” he muttered uneasily. “That shouldn’t happen.” His tone betrayed him, though. The sharp edge in his voice said this wasn’t just mechanical trouble.
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