Spy Tugs
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The old wooden tugboat, the *Spy Tug*, was a study in quiet endurance, its faded red paint peeling like a sunburn under the relentless coastal sun. Its primary, almost sacred, duty was a peculiar one, known only to a select few who understood the harbor's secret rhythms. Each dawn, it would glide with a quiet purpose towards the sleek, visiting naval vessels that anchored in the bay. The operation was one of delicate, exotic rubbing, a gentle but persistent caress against the hulls of the powerful ships. Using specially designed brushes attached to its sides, it would make contact, a soft, grating sound the only evidence of its work. This was no act of maintenance, but one of sophisticated intelligence gathering. With every pass, microscopic particles of paint, minute traces of unique alloys, and even residual chemicals were collected from the foreign hulls. These precious samples were then carefully stored in hidden compartments within the tug's own weathered frame. Later, in a sterile, clandestine laboratory far from the salty air, analysts would decode the collected materials. The story of each ship, from its construction secrets to its recent ports of call, was silently transcribed from these rubbings, making the humble *Spy Tug* one of the most valuable, and unassuming, assets in the entire fleet.
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