The beginning of a new story?

So last night, well early this morning actually, I woke up with a repeating story in my head. That’s right folks, a new story.  I have one finished story (still needs editing), one story about half way done (but I’m stuck on it) and now I have this new one. I’m posting the start here, but that’s it. Nothing more. Tell me what you think:

Captain Kenny Kentworth stared in shock at his new pilot. He had heard that a woman had been allowed into the Aviation School of the Navy and that she had graduated. But he didn’t think that they’d actually allow her to fly a ship. Alas, there she stood across the desk from him holding her orders.
 
“Sergeant Merrieweather,” he said disbelieving as he looked at the paperwork. “We’ve been expecting a new pilot, but hadn’t been told to prepare for you.”
 
“No preparations are necessary, Sir.” She said firmly.
 
“I disagree, Merrieweather,” He replied, equally firm. “We do not have a living space arranged for you. You can not possibly share quarters with any of the crew.”
 
Millicent Merrieweather tried hard not to roll her eyes. She had fought hard for the last 8 years to gain acceptance and then finish Aviation Training in the Navy. Until she won her battle for admittance, women had been allowed to serve in the Navy as secretaries. But she wanted to fly.
 
“Sir,” she said formally. She refused to continue until he looked up from her orders, “No special treatment or quarters were given to me in training school. I expect no special treatment onboard the ship.”
 
“And that is the difference,” he said sharply. “That was training school and this is my ship. You will not share quarters with the crew. Until further arrangement can be made, you will use my quarters. I will move into this office.”
 
“That’s not necessary-“ she tried to begin.
 
“It is necessary!” He interrupted her, slamming his fist on the desk. “You are not starting out on the best foot on my ship. You haven’t been on board for fifteen minutes and you are already defying my orders. You may have fought your way into aviation training, but now you have to fight your way into being a pilot. Graduating the training means nothing to me. You must prove yourself. And that starts with following my orders.”
 
Millicent’s cheeks reddened and her eyes narrowed, but she held her tongue. She knew she shouldn’t have argued with the captain, but she couldn’t her help herself. She’d had to fight and argue her way through so much it was hard to give it up now.
 
Captain Kentworth took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. “She’s infuriating, just like all women,” he moaned inwardly. “She’ll end up being the death of this ship and her crew.”
 
“Sergeant Merrieweather,” he began again. “You will make use of the Captain’s Quarters until such time as another arrangement can be made. Is that clear?”
 
Millicent stood at attention and replied, “Yes, Sir.”
 
“Good,” he said as he stood. “Jackson!”
 
An ancient clockwork automaton clicked into the room. He was nothing like the new sleek automatons. The new automatons did not need to use steam. They worked solely by being wound up and creating their own light electrical charge. This one had a round boiler body so that it could create steam to move its parts. Because of the heat and steam, it smelled of burnt metal and was incredibly rusty.
 
“Yes, Captain?” it asked in it’s mechanical voice. Flaking rust fell to the floor.
 
Captain Kentworth looked fondly at the automaton. Jackson had been his faithful companion since he first became Captain of the ship. He refused to have him replaced.
 
“Please set up a sleeping quarter in this office and move my personal belongings from the Captain’s Quarters into here. When that is finished, take Sergeant Merrieweather’s to the Captain’s Quarters. Place a sign on the door that reads ‘Pilot’s Quarters.’ Come find Sergeant Merrieweather and me on deck when finished.”
 
“Yes, Captain,” it replied and clicked out of the room.
 
“Come with me, Merrieweather,” Captain Kentworth said as he walked around his desk. “It’s time to introduce you to the crew and acquaint you with the ship.” He held the door open for her and she walked silently through.
 
“This is going to be harder than getting into Aviation Training,” Millicent thought to herself. “It took me years to earn the grudging respect of the instructors and other candidates. I doubt I’ll ever get Captain Kentworth to even treat me as a Pilot instead of a Dainty Lady.”
 
Captain Kentworth blew a hardy tune on his whistle and every man on the ship’s crew quickly assembled on deck.
 
“Gentlemen,” he shouted over the assembled group’s heads to silence them. “As you all have been aware as we’ve been in port for months, we have been awaiting a new pilot to be assigned to this crew.”
 
All of the men were listening to the captain attentively, but Millicent saw a few of them cast curious glances her way. She mentally prepared herself for their coming reaction.
 
“Well our wait is over,” Captain Kentworth said gesturing to Millicent.
 
She stepped forward with what she hoped was a confident step and look on her face.
 
Several of the crews’ jaws dropped open. She could hear a few muttered complaints but could not make out anything specific. Then from somewhere in the middle of the group, a man shouted out, “But she’s a WOMAN.” All of the crew laughed.
 
Captain Kentworth did nothing to stop their laughter. Millicent’s face grew red, but not with embarrassment. She was furious.
 
“Well spotted,” she said loudly and dryly, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I’m so pleased to see that you can tell the difference between a man and a woman Mr.?”
 
“Smith, ma’am. The name’s Jonas Smith.”
 
“Well, Mr. Smith thank you for stating the obvious. I am a woman.” The rest of the crew laughed again. It was Mr. Smith’s turn to blush.
 
Millicent raised her voice above the clamor of laughter and good-natured ribbing, “Rest assured that is the only difference between myself and any other pilot that would have been assigned to this ship.” She began to walk up and down the length of the ship and the men began to line up in a proper formation. “I went through the exact same training as every one of my male counterparts. Neither exceptions nor any leave was granted me. I expect the same treatment and respect you would give to a male pilot. I am after all your superior officer. I report only to the Captain and he to the Admiral. You all report to me.”
 
Silence fell on the crowd of men. They were astonished. Millicent doubted that any woman had ever spoken with such authority to them outside of their own mothers or grandmothers.
 
“That will do, Sergeant Merrieweather.” Captain Kentworth said. Millicent noticed a slight hint of astonishment and could only be relief in his voice as well. “I’ll take the introduction from here.”
 
“Of course Captain,” Millicent said. She walked back over to him and stood by his side with her chin held high.