human
Main topsail haul! shouted the old man, in mingled rage and grief, as it all dawned clearly upon his mind at last.
gpt
Pet's gone! Been captivated; been boarded, scuttled, and sunk. Oh, perdition! yelled the admiral, jumping up and stamping up and down, grasping his wig with both hands, in his tempest of grief.
human
Oh, Firefly, you dear, blessed little angel! You darned, diabolical little fool! Going and trusting your nose into every mischief that ever was invented. Oh, you darling, merry little whirligig! You confounded, blamed, young demon! To go and get yourself into such a scrape. Oh, if I only had hold of the villains! They ought to be hung to the yard-arm, every blessed one of them. Oh, Pet, my darling! By the body and bones of Paul Jones, you ought to be thrashed within an inch of your life. Oh, oh, oh, oh!