human
Bedad! I belave it must be one of thim big fishes with the long noses has run against us, an' drilled a hole before he could get off again, said rat Casey to his shipmate Peter;
gpt
Me tink, Massa Pat, dey make you officer, if eber we get into harbour, if you swear to dat.
human
Faith, me boy, swear, is it? observed Pat.
gpt
It's just th' sort of yarn a dockyard matey would swear to, if only to plaise his superiors; but there's one thing I believe, an' that is, that the wood an' iron are both rotten. Bad luck to thim who didn't repair the damage whin they found it out! You are of the same opinion, though it wouldn't have become ye to say so. All you'd got to do was to find out where the hole was, an' ye did it like a brave man, an' sure I'd be sorry not to get home, if it were only because you'd be afther losin' your reward.
human
We are lost! we are lost!
gpt
Hold on, for your lives!