human
Oh, shut up! Close your jaw! You make me tired with your everlasting 'I remember.'
gpt
No, I assure you, he continued.
human
It must have been some error of my poor old tongue. It was not the _Wide Awake_, but the brig _Glister_. Did I say _Wide Awake_? It was the _Glister_, a smart little brig, almost a toy brig in fact, copper-bottomed, lines like a dolphin, a sea- cutter and a wind-eater. Handled like a top. On my honour, gentlemen, it was lively work for both watches when she went about. I was super- cargo. We sailed out of New York, ostensibly for the north-west coast, with sealed orders--
gpt
In the name of God, peace, peace! You drive me mad with your drivel! So Nishikanta cried out in nervous pain that was real and quivering.
human
Old man, have a heart. What do I care to know of your _Glister_ and your sealed orders!
gpt
Ah, sealed orders, the Ancient Mariner went on beamingly.
human
A magic phrase, sealed orders. He rolled it off his tongue with unction.
gpt
Those were the days, gentlemen, when ships did sail with sealed orders. And as super-cargo, with my trifle invested in the adventure and my share in the gains, I commanded the captain. Not in him, but in me were reposed the sealed orders. I assure you I did not know myself what they were. Not until we were around old Cape Stiff, fifty to fifty, and in fifty in the Pacific, did I break the seal and learn we were bound for Van Dieman's Land. They called it Van Dieman's Land in those days . . .
human
Yes, sir, and
gpt
No, sir, and
human
Sorry, sir.