human
If you can launch her she should sail well enough, going large and none so ill on a bowline, by her looks. 'Tis true scat-boat--yes. Are you a sailor--can ye navigate, ha?
gpt
Not I.
human
I'm no shipwright,
gpt
And here's sure proof of it!
human
Mayhap 'twill serve once her timbers be swelled.
gpt
Aye, she may float, Martino, so long as the sea prove kind and the wind gentle; aye, she should carry us both over to the Main handsomely, yes--
human
Never!
gpt
How then--will ye deny me yet, fool? Wherefore would ye leave me here, curst Englishman?
human
Lest you goad me into slaying you for the evil thing you are.
gpt
What evil have I wrought you?
human
You would have poisoned me but yesterday--
gpt
Yet to-day are you strong and hearty, fool.
human
Tush--a fico! says she with an evil gesture.
gpt
Because I had rather die solitary than live in your fellowship--
human
Dolt! Clod! Worm!