human
If _I_ were in charge, which I'm not, I'd stop those damned helicopters, let her down, turn what power we've got into the remaining propellers, and taxi ashore!
gpt
And probably sink, or break up in the surf, on the beach, there! curtly rejoined the Master.
human
Ah! _What_?
gpt
You see something, _mon capitaine?_ asked Leclair, blowing smoke from his cigarette.
human
Allow me also to look! Where is it?
gpt
Just to north of that gash--that wady, or gully, making down to the beach. You see it, eh?