human
Well, said the night-watchman, still looking overhead,
gpt
That is a dangerous young man.
human
Bit of wind.
gpt
Bit of wind, I say, he repeated. No reply. He thought the man must be deaf, so passed on and took his stand near the stern that tossed high and slid down, every slide being a forward slide, the screws whirling. He was enjoying the motion and the spindrift on his shoulders--for he was only in undervest and trousers--when up came two men of the lower deck squad, and one said to him:
human
Rough night.