human
Faith, Mr Terence, the spalpeens have been too sharp for me; I could only find one bottle of spirits, and that was empty. The blacks are as drunk as fiddlers, and the Frenchmen seem to have lost their senses, while Dan Hoolan and the rest of our men are much the same, barrin' Tim Logan here, at the helm, and Ben Nash, and he's fast asleep, waiting for me to call him, and relieve you.
gpt
Well, then, Larry, go and rouse him up at once, for if he doesn't come down soon there'll be only you and Logan to look after the ship, as I'm pretty well done up.
human
Hush, Mr Terence! I'd like to see Logan kept at the helm, said Larry, putting his hand to his mouth;
gpt
I'll speak to Nash when he comes, I said.
human
Take a look-out ahead before you go below.