human
How about that fish?
gpt
Can't find it, sir,
human
The hell you can't! thundered the mate.
gpt
There he is, and again we heard a faint
human
Get a light, you damn fools, was the order, for it was mighty dark.
gpt
Come now quick. _Pronto_! and as Scouse banged on the door of the deck room occupied by Chips, in order to get him to open the lamp locker, we thought we heard the
human
Here he _what_? demanded the mate, coming down into the waist. The mate bent over the wet spot and exploded in a string of oaths.
gpt
No flying fish ever made that! Here, you! and he grabbed Jimmy.
human
This is some of your damn monkey shines, you old dried up bundle of sea tripe! ---- ---- your gray hairs, I'll flying fish you! Lay aloft to the main skysail yard and watch the stars! I'll call you down on deck whenever we need you!