human
Oh! signora, look there--look there! cried Marianna.
gpt
There is Signor Paolo going to leave us.
human
My worst fears are realised. There goes the pirate Zappa, and we are his prisoners.
gpt
Oh! don't say such a thing, signora, cried Marianna, trembling;
human
I shall die of fright. Yet, surely he could not have had any command on board such a quiet, well-ordered vessel as this has been?
gpt
I fear that I am not mistaken in his identity--and his appearance explains everything, said Ada.
human
What can he intend now by leaving the vessel? Try the doors and see if we are still prisoners in the cabin.