human
Is the soup ready, Moses?
gpt
I don't know. Shall I go an' see?
human
No; you can go and look after the table. I will fetch the soup.
gpt
A nasty sea on,
human
Hallo! Jack Molloy! he exclaimed, catching hold of a stanchion to steady himself, as a tremendous roll of the vessel caused a sea to flash over the side and send a shower-bath in his face.
gpt
What part of the sky did you drop from? I thought I had left you snug in the _Sailors' Welcome_.
human
Werry likely you did, John Miles, answered the tar, balancing himself with perfect ease, and caring no more for spray than if he had been a dolphin;
gpt
Yes, Jack, I've been paying tribute to Neptune lately.
human
You looks like it, Miles, judgin' by the colour o' your jib. Where away now?
gpt
Going for our soup.
human
What! made you cook o' the mess?
gpt
Ay; don't you wish you were me?
human
Hooroo!