human
And they talk, went on Rowland, as the three watched and listened;
gpt
he burst into a fit of incongruous laughter, which stopped short as he clapped his hands to his stomach and then to his head.
human
What ails me? he gasped;
gpt
I feel as though I had swallowed hot coals--and my head--and my eyes--I can't see. The pain left him in a moment and the laughter returned.
human
What's wrong with the starboard anchor? It's moving. It's changing. It's a--what? What on earth is it? On end--and the windlass--and the spare anchors--and the davits--all alive--all moving.