human
Now, Lank, pass aft that backstay [the trace] and belay; no, not there! Belay to that little yard-arm [whiffle-tree]. Got it through the lazy-jack [trace-bearer]? Now reeve your jib-sheets [lines] through them dead-eyes [hame rings] and pass 'em aft. Now where in Tophet does this thingumbob [holdback] go? Give it a turn around the port bowsprit [shaft]. There, guess everything's taut.
gpt
She's down by the bow some, Lank, but I guess she'll lighten when we get aboard. See what you think.
human
From midships aft she looks as trim as a liner, but from midships for'ard she looks scousy, like a Norwegian tramp after a v'yage round The Horn.
gpt
Color of old Barnacles don't suit, eh? No, it don't, that's so. But I couldn't find no green an' white horse, Lank.
human
Couldn't we paint him up a leetle, Cap'n?
gpt
By Sancho, I never thought of that! exclaimed Captain Bean.
human
Course we can; git a string an' we'll strike a water-line on him.