human
Heave away! Captain Doane ordered from the poop.
gpt
Up with her! Swing her out! Hold your turns! Make fast!
human
Ten inches, sir, and making fast,
gpt
I'm going after my tools, Captain Doane announced, as he started for the cabin. Half into the scuttle, he paused to add with a sneer for Nishikanta's benefit,
human
And for my one chronometer.
gpt
A foot and a half, and making,
human
We'd better do some packing ourselves,
gpt
Steward, Nishikanta said,
human
Mr. Nishikanta, you can go to hell, sir, and all the rest as well, was Daughtry's quiet response, although in the same breath he was saying, respectfully and assuringly, to the Ancient Mariner:
gpt
You hold Killeny, sir. I'll take care of your dunnage. Is there anything special you want to save, sir?