human
She shall not be in till morning light, quoth a wiseacre.
gpt
There are rocks, see you, in the gulf, and her master shall run no risk after escaping the perils of the ocean.
human
Will wager to-day's haul of fish that she lies up here before three hours are gone,
gpt
And I my fishing-net that we shall not see her before day,
human
That net is mine. Didst not hear the gun?
gpt
Sounds carry far through the winter air.
human
The snow muffles. She is scarce a mile out.
gpt
Ah, that is indeed a fire! The light of it shall reach far out at sea.