human
He’s using that Polynesian dialect! Nichols exclaimed in a worried whisper
gpt
What can we do with him? We must pass the island
human
Can’t you stop there long enough to set him ashore—convince him that it isn’t his island?
gpt
It wouldn’t work said he
human
First place, the currents are bad, there’s no harbour or village, and no anchorage, so far as I’m aware. Second place, would anything convince him? Even if there was once a real island, mightn’t this one, in his present condition, look as good as the next to him? Suppose he were to insist on a hunt for the inhabitants? We’d have to bring him away in the end—and that might only prolong the agony
gpt
I guess you’re right, Nichols; but what’s the alternative?
human
Tack ship, and stand away till night he answered without hesitation
gpt
Slip through the passage under cover of darkness. Trust to luck that he’ll change the mood again tomorrow, and forget what he saw this afternoon. We can get him to sleep somehow—drug him if necessary
human
But he’ll make a row at once, when you tack ship
gpt
I suppose so. We’ll have to play him at his own game