The young ensign looked away, then back again with a little more color in his face.

He'd been a young ensign then, not even out of the Academy, really.

His gaze stopped on the face of a pretty young Ensign.

He paused and looked back at his three young ensigns.

Some, at least; I can put the fear of reality into wild young ensigns.

The woman was the young ensign he had been eyeing for days now.

Even bold young ensigns did not say that very often.

The young ensign quickly ran through the checklist in his mind.

She indicated that the young ensign and his friend should proceed her into the ready room.

The young ensign on the other side of the Caxtonian did the same.