human
Easy all, brother! Soft it is, comrade! 'Tis me, messmate, old Resolution, friend, come to loose thy bilboes, for fair is fair. Ha, 'tis plaguey dark, the pit o' Acheron ain't blacker, where d'ye lay--speak soft for there's ears a-hearkening very nigh us.
gpt
No tricks, lad--no running for't if I loose ye--you'll bide here--come life, come death? Is't agreed?
human
It is!
gpt
I'll take these wi' me, friend and--my finger's on trigger.
human
Resolution, how am I to die?
gpt
Black Pompey!
human
Hath Joanna ordered this?
gpt
Never think it, mate--she's ashore and I swam aboard, having my suspicions.
human
Resolution, a dying man thanks you heartily, purely never, after all, was there pirate the like o' you for holiness. Could I but find some weapon to my defence now--a knife, say.