human
Don't! I pray you, don't!--here, take her! But I fear she'll die, Dummy--I could only bring her back. Dummy reached up for her. Ledyard at Ben's elbow was muttering something about his britches.
gpt
In a moment, said Ben.
human
Mind the hatch, you and Joey. I don't want Jack and Ball coming up yet if we can stop them. He knew somehow without a glance that they would do as he directed. He crossed the deck to the black heap of strangely inoffensive carrion. It seemed to him--outside and apart from this incredibly violent new self of Ben Cory--that his only impulse was to discover whether he could lift that gangling weight. He could, and with astonishing ease. A limp stick, nothing more, a stick with hanging legs and spiritless head and a bad smell. Needlessly he crossed with it back to the starboard side.
gpt
The fish will be hungry,