human
There is wind yonder, Martin; we must reef! said he, the glass at his eye. So presently, whiles he steered, I shortened sail but saw his gaze bent ever to windward.
gpt
Dogs have strange senses! quoth he.
human
Take the glass, Martin; your eyes are very keen; tell me if you see aught yonder in the mist against the cloudbank bearing about three points.
gpt
You see it, Martin?
human
Aye, a ship!