human
Remain quiet inside, he said, and a key turned and clicked the bolt of the lock. The tense minutes passed. Again the key turned in the door and the mate stuck his head inside.
gpt
Come quick,
human
Remove your clothing, said the mate, as he seized a sponge and soap and began washing the blackened oil from the hands and face of the unconscious Admiral.
gpt
We must dress him in your uniform. The Commander of the Lock has orders to take you off the vessel. We must pass the Admiral off for you. He will never be recognized. The Commander has never seen you.