human
Oh, burn me, here's a soul! he cried.
gpt
quoth he, when he had drunk the toast and viewing Joanna with something of respect.
human
Here's never a man, woman or child dared so much wi' Jolly Roger all his days--oh, sink me! Why ha' we never met afore--you and me might rule the Main--
gpt
I do!
human
And how came ye here--in an open boat?
gpt
By reason of Adam Penfeather!
human
What, Adam again, curse him!
gpt
He sank the _Happy Despatch_!
human
Burn me! And there's a stout ship lost to us.
gpt
But then--we stayed to fight, yes!
human
What then? said Tressady, clenching his fist.
gpt
Will ye say I ran away--we beat him off!
human
Howbeit Adam sank and took us, and swears to hang you soon or late--unless you chance to die soon!
gpt
Blind him for a dog--a dog and murderous rogue as shall bite on this hook o' mine yet! A small, thieving rogue is Penfeather--
human
And the likest man to make an end o' the Brotherhood that ever sailed!
gpt
Where lays his course?
human
Who knows!
gpt
And what o' Belvedere?
human
Dead and damned for rogue and coward!
gpt
Why, then, drink, my bullies, cried Tressady, with a great oath.
human
Drink battle, murder, shipwreck and hell-fire to Adam Penfeather, with a curse! Here's us safe and snug in a good stout ship yonder, here's us all love and good-fellowship, merry as grigs, happy as piping birds, here's luck and long life to each and all on us.
gpt
Long life! said Joanna, frowning.