human
Nothing to be seen, I suppose, Rodney?
gpt
Nothing, I answered.
human
She looks well up, and that's all that can be said.
gpt
I've been hove to under bare poles more than once in my time, said the carpenter,
human
The loss of hamper forward will make her the more weatherly, says Captain Rosy.
gpt
But we're in an ugly part of the globe. When bad sailors die they're sent here, I reckon. The worst nautical sinner can't be hove to long off the Horn without coming out of it with a purged soul. He must start afresh to deserve further punishment.
human
Well, here's a breeze that can't go on blowing much longer, cries the carpenter.
gpt
The place it comes from must give out soon, unless a new trade wind's got fixed into a whole gale for this here ocean.
human
What southing do you allow our drift will be giving us, captain?
gpt
All four mile an hour, he answered.
human
If this goes on I shall look to make some discoveries. The Antarctic circle won't be far off presently, and since you're a scholar, Rodney, I'll leave you to describe what's inside of it, though boil me if I don't have the naming of the tallest land; for, d'ye see, I've a mind to be known after I'm dead, and there's nothing like your signature on a mountain to be remembered by.