human
Stand to't, my bullies! he roared, and his voice had never sounded so jovial.
gpt
Clear the guns, baw-cocky boys; 'tis our turn next--but stand by till she comes about--
human
What now, lad--what now?
gpt
Death! gasped Ford.
human
There be dead men a-lay-ing forward--dead, look'ee--
gpt
Likely enough, John Ford, and there'll be dead men a-laying aft if ye're not back to your gun and lively, d'ye see?