human
Thank the ship and the canvas at sea, thank God on shore.
gpt
No! meekly replied the pilot,
human
At this the captain grew still more angry, swore and blasphemed, and with an oath exclaimed,
gpt
Not so, thank yourself and a fair wind. Upon which a violent storm suddenly arose, the ship became unmanageable, struck on a rock, and went down. All on board, with the exception of the pilot, were drowned. Above the roar of the winds and waves the eager watchers from the shore, who were waiting for the arrival of the vessel with her precious freight, could hear the solemn tolling of their bells. And still before a gale their warning chimes sound from their ocean bed, but woe to the unhappy ship's crew that hears them, for wreck, misfortunes, and deaths are sure to follow. The following proverb would seem to infer that Boscastle, as well as no bells, has no market:
human
All play and no play, like Boscastle Market, which begins at twelve o'clock and ends at noon.