human
We must just right-about face, and get back to New York, said the captain, ominously.
gpt
Not a soul can go ashore.
human
What's up?
gpt
Is it the _plague_?
human
Yellow fever, said the captain;
gpt
Heaven preserve us!
human
I am going ashore with you,
gpt
Don't come nigh, whispered he.
human
I've had it.