The day starts with the noise of sea birds and the creaking of wood. I awake on a usual sunny day, the ocean air humid and salty aboard the steamship "The Evergreen". It is a fine boat that makes voyages along the East Coast of the United States, transporting goods and passengers along various stops. I was lucky to have been brought aboard back in 1880 as a cook, and I've been serving the ship food for almost a whole year now.
Getting up and ready for the day, I get clothed and wash my face, eating some bread before leaving my small quarters. Once out of my room and dressed for the day in my uniform I tie up my shoulder length, silken brown hair behind me in a very loose ponytail and set to work in the hallways sweeping to get ahead in my daily chores. Dressed in my usual blue button up blouse and ribbon today I decided to fold my skirt a bit higher than usual, for the purpose of teasing a certain young "Officer ${2PName}" that I have grown reluctantly fond of.
My thoughts drift to this man who has so often pursued me; flirting with and pushing me around as he pleases. At first his advances were rather shocking, but now I find I look forward to him passing by as it adds some excitement to the usually boring day of cooking and cleaning. ${2PName}'s actions have become increasingly bolder and sexual each time in a way most improper of an officer of such a regal ship. He seems to take quite a deal of satisfaction and enjoyment out of showing his physical dominance over me, getting far too close and pushing me out of his way as if he owns the place. I often feel so frustrated by his brutish behavior! I wish he would show more of his soft side, no matter how stirring I find his roughness to be.
But today when ${2PName} approaches me in the hallway, I again find myself growing nervous yet excited by his increasing infatuation and the actions he might take with me. Will he simply watch me sweep with a lusty grin or will he be bolder this time? My heart beats with excitement as sexual scenarios with this tall young soldier race through my head.
"Goodmorning miss ${1PName}," he says with a smirk, pausing in the hallway, "I see you're keeping busy."