human
Good day, Sir, said the sailor.
gpt
Glad to see yer movin' around. Now if I could on'y figure out the lingo they talk in Pont Aven, I'd swap idees on the weather with any old charac-ter I saw at anchor.
human
What is it you want to know, Captain?
gpt
Well, to my thinkin', the weather's goin' to clear. The wind's a trifle steadier, and gone round a point to east'ard. At this time o' year that means a risin' glass an' frost.
human
A frost would be more cheerful, certainly, than a gale howling about the chimneys.
gpt
The sea will fall too. A couple of tides should iron it out, an' I'll have a peep at that reef.
human
But why?
gpt
Mrs. Carmac's orders, Sir. I'm to spare no expense in searchin' for some boxes an' other oddments.