human
May I look, sir?
gpt
It's no use beating about, gentlemen, he said sharply.
human
Something is wrong, for all three decks are swarming now with men like bees--wasps, I ought to say, he muttered, as he concentrated his gaze upon the _Maid of Salcombe_.
gpt
Our vessel, doctor, is in the hands of pirates, or slavers, and they are making ready the long gun. Now, my lads, look alive. Every man buckle on his arms and then load.