human
You see, sir, after we started from Havre the weather seemed to be a bit sorry for itself for being so dirty, and you know how we bowled along down south till the wind got into a tantrum again--got out of bed the wrong way, as you may say, and then everything was wrong. We were getting into the Bay, you see, where it comes quite natural to lay all that day. In the Bay of Biscay O! Then Nature got all out of sorts again. It seemed as if she was waxy to let us have it so comfortable, and made a snatch to drag us back again. But the old man was one too many for her, and kept on for them two bad days, when we sailed out of her reach and everything was fine.
gpt
Yes, Joe, it was fine. All that coast of Spain and Portugal was lovely.
human
Yes, sir, and you got grumbling 'cause your uncle wouldn't give orders for us to let go the anchor for you to go fishing.
gpt
Well, see how grand it was, and how calm the sea used to get of an evening before we put in to Gibraltar.
human
And then you weren't half satisfied, sir. You'll excuse me, Mr Rodd, sir, but you do make me laugh; and to the boy's great annoyance the man half turned from him, leaned over the taffrail, laughed till his sides shook, and then pulling himself up suddenly wiped his eyes.
gpt
I am very sorry, sir,
human
Doesn't seem like it,