human
That, as I 'ave thought, is five 'undred miles hout to sea. Five 'undred miles in a cockleshell. Man, you're daft.
gpt
All right, said Curlie;
human
Hafraid, did 'e say! Me! Hafraid! The skipper was purple with rage.
gpt
Hafraid 'e says. 'E says it, a bloomin' Yankee kid, an' me as 'as 'ad ships sunk under me twice by the bloody German submarines! Me, Captain Jarvis, hafraid.
human
Go git yer togs an' shake a leg er the bloomin' _Kittlewake_'ll be off without you on board.
gpt
That's the talk! smiled Curlie.
human
Never fear! We'll be here.
gpt
You go ashore and buy us each a suit of roughing-it things, a so'-wester and the like. We'll need 'em. I'll be back in less than an hour.