human
What's going to happen? he asked;
gpt
I'm mighty quare about the region of the stomach.
human
I suppose we are going to have a gale of wind, as a change, answered Tom, who had never been ill since he first came to sea.
gpt
We shall have to shorten sail, I've a notion, before long, to be prepared for blustering Boreas, when he thinks fit to visit us.