human
The skipper have evidently give his orders that they're not to waste any time on the road, or in takin' of us off. Just look you at the speed of that there cutter! I expect, if we could only but see him, that he's stampin' up and down his quarterdeck, bitin' his nails with impatience to be away again a'ter that _Black Pearl_; and prob'ly swearin' at this boat's crew for bein' a set of lazy lubbers in not puttin' her through the water faster.
gpt
Jake and Bevan, said he,