human
How now, Martino? she questioned.
gpt
What troubleth your sluggish brain now? And then, as she had read my very thought:
human
Is't your boat--to bring her afloat? Ah--bah! 'tis simple matter! Here she lies and yonder the sea! Well, dig you a pit about the boat as deep as may be, bank the sand about your pit as high as may be. Then cut you a channel to high-water mark and beyond, so with the first tide, wind-driven, the sea shall fill your channel, pour into your pit, brimming it full and your banks being higher than your boat she shall swim and be drawn seaward on the backwash. So, here's the way on't. And so must you sweat and dig and labour, and I joy to watch--Ah, yes, for you shall sweat, dig and labour in vain, except you swear me I shall sail with you.