human
Dere you go vonce again! the Swedish sailor exploded.
gpt
My name is Mister Johansen, und a kid of a boy like you call me 'Emil!' It vas insulting, und comes pecause of der American ship!
human
But you call me 'Chris!'
gpt
But you vas a boy.
human
Who does a man's work, Chris retorted.
gpt
And because I do a man's work I have as much right to call you by your first name as you me. We are all equals in this fo'castle, and you know it. When we signed for the voyage in San Francisco, we signed as sailors on the _Sophie Sutherland_ and there was no difference made with any of us. Haven't I always done my work? Did I ever shirk? Did you or any other man ever have to take a wheel for me? Or a lookout? Or go aloft?
human
Chris is right, interrupted a young English sailor.
gpt
No man has had to do a tap of his work yet. He signed as good as any of us, and he's shown himself as good--
human
Better! broke in a Nova Scotia man.
gpt
Better than some of us! When we struck the sealing-grounds he turned out to be next to the best boat-steerer aboard. Only French Louis, who'd been at it for years, could beat him. I'm only a boat-puller, and you're only a boat-puller, too, Emil Johansen, for all your twenty-two years at sea. Why don't you become a boat-steerer?
human
Too clumsy, laughed the Englishman,
gpt
Little that counts, one way or the other, joined in Dane Jurgensen, coming to the aid of his Scandinavian brother.
human
Emil is a man grown and an able seaman; the boy is neither.