human
She's making water, sir, the mate called.
gpt
Six inches--no, seven inches, sir.
human
Swing out that starboard boat, Mr. Jackson, the captain commanded, staring after the foaming course of the cow as she surged away for a fresh onslaught.
gpt
But don't lower it. Hold it overside in the falls, or that damned fish'll smash it. Just swing it out, ready and waiting, let the men get their bags, then stow food and water aboard of her.