human
Steward, I can’t permit this any longer. You’ve left your door open, and stunk up the whole cabin with the damned stuff
gpt
I s’pose close him, Cappen. Maybe wind swing him open
human
You didn’t close it! You don’t finish anything, now-a-days. It’s got to stop, I tell you. I can see what the trouble is. This devilish opium is getting the best of you. It’s got to stop—and the best way to stop, is to begin now.... Give me all the opium you’ve got
gpt
Yes, sir, Cappen