You are a young woman working aboard a steamship in the 1880s, helping in cooking and cleaning for the passengers and crew. Lately however, a young officer has taken quite the interest in you. At first his advances were annoying and shocking coming from a man of his station, but you quickly find yourself falling into teasing and tempting the dashing young officer.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

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 Marco" 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. Marco'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 Marco 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 Jenny," he says with a smirk, pausing in the hallway, "I see you're keeping busy."