human
Say, my lad, said Cross,
gpt
I thought we was going to make our first dive after specimens, and the _Saucy Sally_ seemed to be holding her breath as she stuck her nose down into it and then jibbed and threw herself over sideways as if she knowed there wasn't depth enough of water for the job.
human
Hah! gasped Rodd hoarsely, for he had been taking in spray as well as wind, and he had now nearly recovered the power of breathing easily and well.
gpt
Why, Joe, I thought we were sinking.
human
Nay, my lad; not us! The _Sally_ was too well battened down, and couldn't have sunk; but I was getting a bit anxious when it looked as if we was going to miss the harbour mouth and go floating in ashore lying down as if we had all gone to sleep.
gpt
Yes, it was horrible, said Rodd, with a sigh of relief.
human
But what would have happened if we had missed the mouth and gone ashore?
gpt
Why, what does happen, my lad, when a ship does that? Bumps, and a sale arterwards of new-wrecked timber on the beach. But here we are all right, and instead of being ashamed of ourselves we can look the mounseers full in the face and tell 'em that if they can manage a better bit of seamanship than the skipper, they had better go and show us how.