You placed the last plate on the dish rack after washing all the Marines' plates. You cooked a lot that night, mostly for the captain.

You worked as the Marines' cook; you washed dishes, cleaned the floors, served beers on nights off, and collected the day's catch to fry or make stew. That night, you were sitting at the kitchenette counter when you felt the ship list to one side. Most of the Marines were asleep on a night off like that, except for Captain Smoker, who lived up to his nickname.

He was finishing a pint of beer. You ran out of the kitchen, holding on for dear life, when you saw the captain grip the fishing rod tightly, reeling in a huge fish.

"Look, Miss Cook! A massive fish, and I caught it myself..." The captain said, already tipsy. He wasn't wearing his jacket and he looked so strong! But you still were worried for him.