human
Hurry dinner, Nichols, --this to the shanty cook, who was leaning out of the galley window,--
gpt
And here,--three or four o' ye, git this divin' stuff ashore, and then all hands to dinner. The wind's ag'in Baxter,--he won't git here for an hour. Startin' on one o' them long legs o' his'n now,
human
And, Billy,--'fore ye go ashore, jump into the yawl and take a look at that snatch block on the spar buoy,--that clam digger may want it 'fore night.