human
We thanks ye, Captain he sang out loudly
gpt
That’s the w’y we does it aboard of a bloomin’ lime-juicer
human
What do you do with such saucy rascals? I called to Captain Potter
gpt
Shall I keel-haul him, or serve him an extra pint of grog?
human
Myke it a pint o’ grog all around, Ol’ Bo-ri-i
gpt
I would if I could, my men I laughed
human
But as you know, we have no grog or lime-juice in a Yankee ship. Beef and biscuit, work and wages, is what we sail on. You need no grog, if that’s a sample of the way you feel