Personal Narrative: My Lead Security Officers

good name of the ship and the crew. Captain Vere does not want to see this

The Captain of the ship struggles to maintain his ideal masculine self, but is seen as a weaker and an effeminate character in the eyes of his crew. He is seen as a stranger to the ship but most importantly to himself. “All these people had been together for eighteen months or so, and my position was that of the only stranger on board… I was somewhat of a stranger to myself...but I wondered how for I should turn out faithful to that ideal conception of one’s own personality”(21,Conrad). Early on we see that the captain lacks his masculinity and is not seen powerful and is insecure about his true self- his effeminate character. The captain wants to be like any other captain strong and manly, but struggles to be his ideal self, the great and powerful captain that every ship has, a captain that holds power in the eyes of his crew man. Other ways we see this was when the captain himself was commanded to close the porthole of the ship. “Close your port sir, they are washing

Wentworth expresses that he feels women are essentially too high maintenance to have aboard (“It is rather from feeling how impossible it is, with all one's efforts, and all one's sacrifices, to make the accommodations on board such as women ought to have. ” Pg 64) causing his sister, Mrs. Croft, to correct him explaining that she had been plenty comfortable on all of the ships she had been on and that women were not inherently senseless, putting unwarranted value on extravagant comforts (“But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.” Pg 65). Yet again we see a female character breaking the mould of what a lady “should” be and correcting a male character’s opinion on the matter. Mrs. Croft’s statements disprove the idea that women are fragile beings who can only handle the most delicate of situations and are for the most part frivolous and need to be taken care of, signifying that women are just as qualified to sail and if this is true, do many other things they are viewed as being incapable

"Hey, Ginoza, this one 's hot, if you don 't feel up to interrogating her, I 'll more than happily act as a substitute." A redheaded Enforcer offered. Of course he was only half serious, it was common knowledge that Enforcers

"Sweets, this is your ship. I am only holding your money for you. you have to do the talking." Boss says to me as we walk up to the main building at the Shipworks; as I reach for the door, his hand goes over mine, keeping me from opening it just yet. "Sweets, if things

"Pleasure your Pussy. Galore?" Emphasising the sentence, and exuding the confidence that he'd be certainly capable of doing so, the spy shrugged, then made one of the biggest mistakes of his career. Briefly allowing his gentlemanly English instincts to over-ride his training, when they reached the doors leading outside, he unlocked their arms, and chivalrously motioned with his hand. "Ladies

The title itself implies the typical notion that the work at sea were for the masculine, while the women were as “stiff and objectified as the wooden figureheads that faced the sea" (p.vii). Some of the authors assert that gender is an essential part of seafaring but reveals the active roles the women played in the maritime industry. Others emphasize the relationship of masculinity and seafarers, and how it has strengthened within the past two hundred years as argued by Lisa Norling. She claims that men who worked at sea continued to be functionally codependent with the women whose job supported their family while they were gone. Haskell Springer exposes the irony that captain’s wives who decided to follow a non-traditional role of living at sea, lived more within the “separate spheres “ideology than the wives who stayed in land. Marcus

“Okay, okay fine I will admit, I had some of my parts, but you were the leader.”

“Let’s get back to the real subject which is what are you doing on my ship, and I demand an answer.”

"Now," Alex stepped into the room and called upon her energy, "Is that any way to treat a lady?" she asked as the man turned and dropped the blonde in his hand hastily as he tried to stumbled away. "Peuca Finis." the words slipped free with ease, the spell stealing the air from the pirates lungs as he stumbled to the floor. "I..st...we..." he coughed and panicked as he sturggled for words to explain what happened. "I don't care what you thought, my lovelies are not to treated in a way they don't agree too. You see...that cost extra. Now this is how things will go for you and the rest of your pirate freinds." she smiled knowing his punishment wouldn't end here once his friends found out the reprocsiouns of his actions. "You will all pay double, and be requried to bath before each visit. Of course if you do it here, there will be a charge. You will also let your dear captain know that they next time this happens....I'll be taking more than a hand from the men he sends my way." she leaned in closely as her tone grew

“Welcome aboard, Ensign Autumn. Starfleet has received my request for your transfer file. Your Starfleet record is outstanding. Decorated four times by Starfleet,” said the Captain.

Consequently, a man in a lanky uniform -obviously specifically fit for him- approached her, and abruptly picked her up by the underarm. “Where are you heading, Catalina?”, the man asks in a strong, baritone voice. “There’s something wrong with one of the telescopes. I know there is (7).” “So, heading where?”, he facetiously asks. “Oh, um… I was heading to the lab. I tried to tell the kitchen help, they were no ‘help’ at all (8).” Catalina chuckles at her remark, abating from the seriousness of the conversation. “You were heading to the abode....” “Lab!” Someone yelled from the crowed. “Yes, um… Lab, to tell the scientists that there is something wrong with a telescope?” “Yes, sir.” “No one is allowed to enter the lab, correct?” “Yes, sir.” “So, there is something is wrong with it? That’s the

“You cannot stay here, miss. It’s much too dangerous. There are a bunch of us trying to get as many people away from the carnage as possible.” There was kindness in his voice and an honest glimmer in his eyes that made her let him bring her to her feet. Too trusting was all he could think.

At the second stage, there were two female nurses waiting for the recruit. Nurse Ann, a middle age experienced military nurse and Nurse Nicky, a military trainee nurse. She was probably younger than John and had such a beautiful face and body, either of which was more than enough to make John erected for the whole day. John remembered his situation, saluted to Nurse Ann first, and then quickly turn to salute Nurse Nicky. Nicky saw his semi-erect manhood shake while he turned to her. She blushed and tensed

Turns out I have to increase my crew. I've made a list of positions that need to