human
Batoche,
gpt
Yes, Captain,
human
The end is at hand.
gpt
Alas! sir.
human
You see those fires yonder? They will soon be extinguished. The English fleet is coming with reinforcements, and we cannot withstand them. We shall have to flee. But before we go, I trust we shall fight, and if we fight, I hope I shall be killed. I am sick of disappointment and defeat. I want to die.