human
Captain will not sail to-day, my lord. Inshore wind. Says he couldn't get safely out of the harbour.
gpt
Bad luck, my lord, but only one thing to do now,
human
What's that?
gpt
Sleep in Blackwater to-night, in hopes of weather mending in the morning.
human
Fort George.
gpt
All right, Hobson. If it must be, it must,