Utterly Mad

"Bloody hell..." mutters Allan. It was beginning to get uncomfortably hot inside the engine room, with the boiler being at full heat and multiple exposed pipes blowing off steam and smoke. He wipes some beading sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and keeps at work. The boat's rocking becomes more intense underneath his feet, and he stumbles for a second running across the room. He tries to brace himself on a pipe, but the one he grabs happens to be funneling hot steam at the moment. "Gah!" he shouts, rubbing his hand. The burn wasn't bad, but it sure did hurt. "Fookin' 'ell." He pulls his bandanna off his neck and wraps it around his hand, and then he gets back to work.