human
Plenty for all, the Ancient Mariner startled Daughtry by cackling shrilly.
gpt
Oodles and oodles of it, my gentlemen, in cask and chest, in cask and chest, a fathom under the sand.
human
Share--_what_, sir? Daughtry queried, though well he knew, the other steward having cursed to him the day he sailed from San Francisco on a blind lay instead of straight wages.
gpt
Not that it matters, sir, he hastened to add.
human
I spent a whalin' voyage once, three years of it, an' paid off with a dollar. Wages for mine, an' sixty gold a month, seein' there's only four of you.
gpt
And a mate,
human
And a mate, Daughtry repeated.
gpt
Very good, sir. An' no share.
human
But yourself? spoke up the fourth man, a huge-bulking, colossal-bodied, greasy-seeming grossness of flesh--the Armenian Jew and San Francisco pawnbroker the previous steward had warned Daughtry about.
gpt
Have you papers--letters of recommendation, the documents you receive when you are paid off before the shipping commissioners?
human
I might ask, sir, Dag Daughtry brazened it,
gpt
--he anticipated by a bluff of his own the show of wrath from the Jew that he knew would be wind and bluff--