As night draped its cloak over Baltimore's sleeping form,
A cargo ship, the MV Dali, sailed to greet the dawn.
From the bustling harbor shores it had slipped away,
Bearing goods for far-off lands, under the sky's dark sway.
Two pilots steered the lumbering vessel, ‘cross the tranquil bay,
But fate, in ever sly and cunning ways, had its plans...
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