human
Port a little, you may, my son, said the master to the man at the helm;
gpt
pronouncing the north with a strong emphasis on the O, and without the R--as if it were spelt Nothe.
human
Just get a gentle pull on our weather-braces, Mr Timmins, to the mate.
gpt
The wind's drawing a little more aft again. We're making her walk along, sir, to the colonel.
human
She's not going less than six knots an hour, I'll warrant, which, with this light wind, is not bad for a craft of her build--she's no clipper, I own, sir. Heave the log here. I dare say you'll like to be certain, miss,
gpt
Turn, he exclaimed.
human
Turn,