human
Nice pickle, said the Captain, buttoning his collar around his throat.
gpt
How are we ever going to find our way back to Ellen's Isle in this mess?
human
I don't know, she said,
gpt
But the sound seems to come from all around,
human
It will at first, but afterwards you can tell, said Hinpoha.
gpt
Nyoda used to keep making us tell the direction from which sounds came and we can almost always do it. The fog horn is behind us now.
human
It'll take us all evening to get home at this rate, he said.
gpt
If we don't run past the island,
human
What's the matter?
gpt
I don't know, said the Captain in a vexed tone.
human
It can't be that we're out of gasoline--I filled up before we left. The engine's gone dead.
gpt
What are we going to do now?
human
Sit here until the fog lifts, I suppose,