human
God help the boats! It's no gale! It's a typhoon! the sailing-master shouted to Chris at eleven o'clock.
gpt
Too much canvas! Got to get two more reefs into that mainsail, and got to do it right away! He glanced at the old captain, shivering in oilskins at the binnacle and holding on for dear life.
human
There's only you and I, Chris--and the cook; but he's next to worthless!