human
It's all over!
gpt
What's all over?
human
The hurry-cane, sir. We're most through it, and the wind's beginning to drop.
gpt
But it's blowing terribly,
human
Ay, sir, it is; but 'nour ago it was blowing ten times as terrible. Why, there was a time when it most shaved my head, and another time when I put my hands up to feel if my ears was cut off. Strikes me as they would ha' gone if they hadn't been tied down with the flaps of this here sou'-wester.
gpt
Yes, it's getting lighter fast, cried Mr Denning.
human
But how rough the sea is!
gpt
Ay, sir, she be a bit tossy like, said Bob;
human
But we've had an awful night, Bob.
gpt
Tidy, sir, tidy. Not so bad as it might ha' been.
human
Oh, it couldn't have been worse!
gpt
What? Not been worse, sir? Why, where's your mainmas' gone by the board, and your fore-mast cut off at the top-mast-head, and your mizzen splintered into matchwood? Why, my lad, this arn't been nothing. And look yonder, there's the sun a-coming out, leastwise it's making the clouds look red-like. We're coming out of it well. Why, you ought to be proud, Mr Dale, o' belonging to such a ship as the Burgh Castle. She's a clipper, if ever there was one built.
human
I am proud of her, Bob, I said,
gpt
Well, no, sir, said Bob, rubbing his red nose, which looked wet and shiny now;
human
That Jarette is the drop of oil?
gpt
That's it, sir, and a werry, werry rancid drop he be.
human
went Bob Hampton's lips in a loud smack.
gpt
Glad when they gents come back, for I want some o' your young lady's hot coffee, bless her! to take the taste o' the hyle out o' my mouth.
human
You shall have it soon, Hampton, my good brave fellow, cried Mr Denning, and I saw the weak tears in his eyes,
gpt
Thankye, sir, thankye, that's very good of you. Why, Mr Dale, sir, you talk of our having a bad night. Tchah!--nothing, lad, nothing. How could it be a werry bad 'un when you have the luck to be shipped aboard a craft with a angel aboard? A angel, that's what I says, and Neb Dumlow and Barney says the same. We all said it arter the mutiny had begun, and that if we didn't get the best of old Frenchy somehow we'd eat our heads.--Lie down, will yer?