human
No glory I covet, no riches I want, Ambition is nothing to me. But one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant--
gpt
Silence, you sea-cook! how dare you shove in your penny whistle! How's tide, Tom?
human
Three quarters ebb.
gpt
No, it a'n't, you thief; how is it Jacob?
human
About half, I think.
gpt
And you're right.
human
What water have we down here on the side?
gpt
You must give the point a wide berth, replied I;
human
Thanky, boy, so I thought, but wasn't sure:
gpt
Trust not too much your own opinion, When your vessel's under weigh, Let good advice still bear dominion; That's a compass will not stray.
human
Old Tom, is that you?
gpt
Yes; what's left of me, my hearty.
human
You'll not fetch the bridges this tide--there's a strong breeze right up the reaches below.
gpt
If unassailed by squall or shower, Wafted by the gentle gales Let's not lose the favouring hour, While success attends our sails.
human
Bravo, old Tom! why don't the boys get the lines out, for all the fishes are listening for you,