human
We're going to have a humdinger of a gale, announced Milt Baker, the last to enter and bang the store door.
gpt
She's pullin' 'round into the no'th-east right now, and I tell Mandy she might's well make up her mind to my lyin' up tight an' dry for a while. Won't be no clams shipped from _these_ flats to-morrow.
human
High you'll likely be, agreed the storekeeper.
gpt
How _dry_ ye'll be, Milt, remains to be seen.
human
This wind's driv' them picture folks to cover, he said.
gpt
They was makin' some fillums over there on the wreck of the _Goldrock_, that's laid out four year or so in Ham Cove------
human
Nearer five year,
gpt
You air right, cap'n,
human
Well, said Amiel,
gpt
The gale that brought the _Goldrock_ ashore had just such another beginning as this, Cap'n Joab said reflectively.
human
But she'd never been wrecked on a lee shore if her crew had acted right. They mutineed, you know.
gpt
The sculpins! ejaculated the storekeeper briskly.
human
Can't excuse that. Anything but a crew that'll turn on the afterguard that they've signed on for to obey!
gpt
That's right, Cap'n Am'zon, said Cap'n Joab.
human
Ye say a true word.
gpt
An' for good reason, declared the mendacious storekeeper.
human
I've had experience with such sharks,
gpt
I always wanted to ask you 'bout that scar, Cap'n Am'zon, put in Milt Baker encouragingly.
human
Did you get it in a mutiny?
gpt
Yep.
human
I didn't know but ye got it piratin', chuckled Milt.
gpt
Bet Gallup, she swears you sailed under the Jolly Roger more'n once.
human
Guess mebbe you've heard tell, Cap'n Joab, of the mutiny of the _Galatea_?
gpt
I've heard of it--yes. But you don't mean to say you sailed on _her_, Am'zon?