The docks of Sylvania were bustling with activity as the sun rose, casting a warm golden hue over the massive steamship moored at the harbor. Workers scurried back and forth, their shouts mixing with the rhythmic clanking of cranes and the creaking of wooden crates.
Matthew stood on the elevated loading dock, arms crossed, watching every move with a sharp eye. His vehicles—his creations—were being loaded one by one onto the steamship bound for the Francois Republic, where they would take center stage at the World's Fair. This moment felt monumental, a culmination of months of relentless effort and sleepless nights.
Klaus, the lead engineer, approached with a clipboard in hand. "Mr. Hesh, the sedan and "Mr. Hesh, the sedan and pickup have been secured in the lower hold. The SUV and truck are next. After that, the motorcycle will be loaded into its custom crate."