human
I think that I can make out a part of the wreck jammed in between two rocks, just flush with the water, observed Saltwell, who had been examining the place with his glass.
gpt
An awkward place to get on.
human
Faith, indeed, it is, said the master.
gpt
If we hadn't come up, and another gale of wind had come on, every one of those poor fellows would have been washed away.
human
It is an ill wind that blows nobody good, remarked the purser, who was a bit of a moralist in a small way.
gpt
Now we have been complaining of a foul wind--and if we had had a fair one, we should have run past those rocks without ever seeing the people on them.
human
No higher, exclaimed the gruff voice of the quarter-master, who was conning the ship.
gpt
Mind your helm, or you'll have her all aback.
human
The wind is heading us, muttered the man at the wheel;
gpt
Hands about ship, cried Captain Fleetwood.
human
We'll show the poor fellows we do not intend to give them the go-by. Helm's a-lee! Tacks and sheets! Main-topsail haul. Of all, haul.