human
Sure, it's one of our agreements, sir. What time would it suit you, sir, to-morrow afternoon, for me to sign on at the shipping commissioner's?
gpt
Casks and chests of it, casks and chests of it, oodles and oodles, a fathom under the sand,
human
You're all touched up under the roof, Daughtry grinned.
gpt
Which ain't got nothing to do with me as long as you furnish the beer, pay me due an' proper what's comin' to me the first of each an' every month, an' pay me off final in San Francisco. As long as you keep up your end, I'll sail with you to the Pit 'n' back an' watch you sweatin' the casks 'n' chests out of the sand. What I want is to sail with you if you want me to sail with you enough to satisfy me.
human
At three o'clock to-morrow afternoon, at the shipping commissioner's, the Jew agreed.
gpt
When will you report for duty?
human
When will you sail, sir?
gpt
Bright and early next morning.
human
Then I'll be on board and on duty some time to-morrow night, sir.
gpt
Eighteen days in the longboat, eighteen days of scorching hell . . .