human
She is near us, he said in an excited whisper to Hume.
gpt
Waken the Captain. We could slip away without being seen.
human
I should judge her position to be about a mile on the starboard beam, and she is steaming ahead at eight knots. If the mist doesn't lift we could easily slip her by making a nor'-west course.
gpt
Which way is the wind? Ah! blowing across to her. She would hear us getting under way. We'll lie close awhile; but do you, meanwhile, Mr Hume, rouse the crew; see they have a nip to warm them up, and get them to their quarters quickly and in silence. Is all in readiness on board the ship, Mr Webster?
human
Yes, sir--except the crew.
gpt
I'll take a look at her myself;