human
Hollo, Sandy! what news above there? Can't you petition the clerk of the weather to give us a fair wind?
gpt
Na, Captain, I'm thinkin' it's of na use until the change o' the mune. I'll keep a gude look out, an' gie ye the furst intelligence o' that event.
human
And what keeps you broiling up there in the full blaze of the sun, Sandy? The women say that they are wanting you below.
gpt
That's mair than I'm wantin' o' them. My pleasure's above--theirs is a' below. I'm jist thinkin', it's better to be here basking in the broad sunshine, than deefened wi' a' their clavers; breathin' the caller air, than suffocated wi' the stench o' that pit o' iniquity, the hould. An' as to wha' I'm doin' up here, I'm jest lookin' out to get the furst glint o' the blessed green earth.
human
You'll be tanned as black as a nigger, Sandy, before you see the hill-tops again. If we go on at this rate, the summer will slip past us altogether.
gpt
Ho, Sandy! are you up there, man? What of the night, watchman--what of the night?
human
Steady, Captain--steady. No land yet in sight.
gpt
If we were in the British Channel, tailor, I'd be bound that you'd keep a good look-out for the Needle's eye.