The iron-on-iron shriek that had haunted the Jurong dockside for three weeks finally died, replaced by a low, rhythmic hum. Kai gripped the hand-winch, feeling the cold, smooth tension of the gear train as it transferred his physical effort into the heavy lift. The improvement was intoxicating. Where once the crane had stuttered and groaned, threatening to fracture its own mounting bolts, it now swung with a precision that bordered on grace."Ease it," Wei Xian called out from the veranda, his voice cutting through the humid air. He was hunched over a steaming mug of tea, his eyes narrowed as he assessed the movement of the loading arm. "If you snap that cable, you’re the one who has to splice it in the salt-spray. Keep the torque steady."Kai didn’t look back. He leaned into the winch, his biceps burning as he guided the heavy, salt-encrusted crate of dried mackerel upward. It hung for a moment, suspended over the