human
Is it yourself, Mr Terence? exclaimed Larry, as I appeared.
gpt
Have you come to set us free? Have you got the brig again?
human
I wish that I had, I answered,
gpt
Shure it's bad enough for myself, Mr Terence, but it's worse for poor Ben here, for just look at him,--he's got a mighty ugly prong in his side, another in his shoulder, and a knock in his head, which was enough to do for him. Tim Logan was killed entirely; but don't mind me, just look to Ben, he can scarcely speak.
human
Where are you hurt, Nash?
gpt
But it's water I want, sir; the fellows haven't brought us any since we were down here. Once Dan Hoolan came to look at us, and when I asked him for some, he turned away with a growl, swearing I might die of thirst before he would bring me any.