human
You seem as wide awake, king Stephen, the mate remarked,
gpt
This is not a part of the world for hammocks and berths, Mr. Hazard, was the reply.
human
I can get along, and must get along, with a quarter part of the sleep in these seas as would sarve me in a low latitude.
gpt
And I feel as if I wanted all I can get. Them fellows look up well into our wake, Stephen.
human
They do indeed, sir, and they ought to do it; for we have been longer than is for our good, in their'n.
gpt
Well, now we have got a fresh start, I hope we may make a clear run of it. I saw no ice worth speaking of, to the nor'ard here, before we made sail.
human
Because you see'd none, Mr. Hazard; is no proof there is none. Floe-ice can't be seen at any great distance though its blink may. But, it seems to me, it's all blink in these here seas!
gpt
There you're quite right, Stephen; for turn which way you will, the horizon has a show of that sort----
human
Starboard --called out the look-out forward--
gpt
Ice in here! exclaimed Hazard, springing forward--
human
That is more than we bargained for! Where away is your ice, Smith?
gpt
Off here, sir, on our weather bow--and a mortal big field of it--jist sich a chap as nipp'd the Vineyard Lion, when she first came in to join us. Sich a fellow as that would take the sap out of our bends, as a squeezer takes the juice from a lemon!