Belinda picked up the engine room tube and listened to the report.  This was a lady-like job, no different from working in a school, a hospital, or an office.  And she did so love the officers in their dashing uniforms.  Almost as dashing as her own, she thought, somewhere deep within herself.  She admired the captain her position, although she didn’t know if she could be in command.  Still, maybe someday, if she met the right sailor, and they saved their money, a little transport or trader would be perfect.  Yes, a nice family ship might be just right.