human
Drunken sot! cried she.
gpt
Begone lest I send ye aloft to join yon carrion!
human
Nay, Jo, I--I meant him no harm!
gpt
Ah, Martino, said Joanna, stooping above me,
human
Aye, I am grateful!
gpt
Then prove me it!
human
As how?
gpt
Speak me gently, look kindly on me, for I am sick, Martino, and shall be worse. I never can abide a rolling ship--'tis this cursed woman's body o' mine. So to-day am I all woman and yearn for tenderness--and we shall have more bad weather by the look o' things! Have you enough knowledge to handle this ship in a storm?
human
Not I!
gpt
she sighed,
human
she cried, clinging to me as a great wave broke forward, filling the air with hissing spray.
gpt
Aid me aft, Martino!