human
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
gpt
Jacob, said the Dominie,
human
I have heard by the mouth of Rumour, with her hundred tongues, how careless and indifferent are sailors unto danger; but I never could have believed that such lightness of heart could have been shown. Yon man, although certainly not old in years, yet, what is he?--a remnant of a man resting upon unnatural and ill-proportioned support. Yon lad, who is yet but a child, appears as blythe and merry as if he were in possession of all the world can afford. I have an affection for that bold child, and would fain teach him the rudiments, at least, of the Latin tongue.
gpt
I doubt if Tom would ever learn them, sir. He hath a will of his own.
human
It grieveth me to hear thee say so, for he lacketh not talent, but instruction; and the Dux, he pleaseth me mightily--a second Palinurus. Yet how that a man could venture to embark upon an element, to struggle through the horrors of which must occasionally demand the utmost exertion of every limb, with the want of the two most necessary for his safety, is to me quite incomprehensible.
gpt
He can keep his legs, sir.
human
Nay, Jacob; how can he _keep_ what are _already gone_? Even thou speakest strangely upon the water. I see the dangers that surround us, Jacob, yet I am calm: I feel that I have not lived a wicked life--`_Integer vitae, scelerisque purus_,' as Horace truly saith, may venture, even as I have done, upon the broad expanse of water. What is it that the boy is providing for us? It hath an inviting smell.
gpt
Lobscouse, master, replied old Tom,
human
I recollect no such word--_unde derivatur_, friend?
gpt
What's that, master?
human
It's Latin for lobscouse, depend upon it, father, cried Tom, who was stirring up the savoury mess with a large wooden spoon.
gpt
He be a _deadly_ lively old gentleman, with his dead language. Dinner's all ready. Are we to let go the anchor, or pipe to dinner first?
human
We may as well anchor, boys. We have not a quarter of an hour's more ebb, and the wind is heading us.
gpt
What has happened, good Dux? tell me,
human
Why, master, I'll tell you after my own fashion,