human
Martin, said Sir Richard, his face a pale oval in the dimness,
gpt
No more than the lapping of the waves,
human
Nay, listen awhile, Martin, for either I'm mad or there's some one or something crying and wailing to larboard of us, an evil sound like one in torment. Three times the cry has reached me, yet here we lie far out to sea. So list ye, son, and tell me if my ears do play me false, for verily I--