human
Now, Casey, he called, after he had looked at a track chart.
gpt
Got your fake message ready?
human
Stolen destroyer bound north. Latitude so and so, longitude so and so.
gpt
That'll do, or anything like it. Send it from latitude forty north, fifty-five west. That's up close to the corner of the Lanes, and if it's caught up it'll keep 'em busy up there for a while.
human
What's our longitude?
gpt
Don't know, and won't until I learn the method. But just north of us is the west-to-east track of outbound low-power steamers, which, I take it, means tramps and tankers. Well, we'll have good use for a tanker.
human
You mean we're to hold up one for oil?
gpt
Of course, and for grub if we need it.
human
Piracy, Forsythe.
gpt
Have pirates got anything on us, now? asked Forsythe.
human
What are we? Mutineers, convicts, strong-arm men, thieves--or just simply pirates. Off the deck with you, Casey, and keep your wires hot. Forty north, forty-five west for a while, then we'll have it farther north.