human
We'll wait till the next smash, then lower away, throw everything in, an' get outa this, the steward told the Ancient Mariner.
gpt
Lots of time. The schooner'll sink no faster when she's awash than she's sinkin' now.
human
Hey! he called with sudden forethought across the widening stretch of sea to Captain Doane.
gpt
What's the course to the Marquesas? Right now? And how far away, sir?
human
Nor'-nor'-east-quarter-east! came the faint reply.
gpt
Will fetch Nuka- Hiva! About two hundred miles! Haul on the south-east trade with a good full and you'll make it!
human
Thank you, sir,