human
Oh, a woman! Aha--women! Hold your fire, lads--no shooting; we want 'em all alive! Easy all, bullies--nary a gun, mates--we'll lay 'em 'longside and board--Aye, aye--board it is!
gpt
What, d'ye pray, brother? 'Tis excellent well! Said he, setting a musquetoon ready to hand and glancing at the primings of his pistols.
human
Pray unceasing, friend, plague the Throne wi' petitions, comrade, and a word or so on behalf of old Resolution ere the battle joins, for there's--
gpt
I pray God utterly destroy this accursed ship and all aboard her!
human
And do ye so? said he, setting the pistols in his belt.
gpt
Why, then, 'tis as well you're safe i' your bilboes, _amigo_, and as to your blasphemous praying, I will offset it wi' prayerful counterblast--Ha, by my deathless soul--what's doing yonder?