human
Hadn't you better come below, Rodd?
gpt
No, uncle; don't ask me. I couldn't sleep, and I want to look at the storm. It's so grand.
human
Grand? Well, yes, said the doctor;
gpt
he continued,
human
No. Give it up. Nasty rocky bit about there, so I laid her head for Plymouth; but we shan't get in there to-night.
gpt
Where then? asked the doctor.
human
Wouldn't it be better to run for the open sea?
gpt
No, said the skipper shortly.
human
This wind's come to stay, and we must get into port for a bit. We don't want to get into the Bay of Biscay O with weather like this. It's going to be a regular sou'-wester.
gpt
What port shall we make for, then? asked the doctor, while Rodd caught all he could of the conversation, as the wind kept coming in gusts and seemed to snatch the words and carry them overboard in an instant.
human
Havre,