human
Ah! panted the sailor, as he turned to Uncle Paul.
gpt
Here's your peaceful schooner, sir, as trades in palm-oil! Why, they are pirates and slavers, sir, and I've done it now. Too late, my lads--too late! he cried to the men, who had let go the other anchor.
human
Nothing can save us now. We are going ashore.
gpt
Oh, don't give up, man,
human
I won't, sir. None of us will; but--There, I said as much. We just touched bottom then. There she goes again! And in another minute we shall be fast in the mud, and they'll have nothing to do but powder away at us till we are a wreck. Slew that there gun round, boys, and let's give her another shot or two while there's a chance.
gpt
No, no, cried Rodd.
human
Not at that! Fire at the other. Can't you see, Joe? Uncle! Morny! The three-master's going down!