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"Fleet off the port beam!" came the cry from the man in the basket, circling the masthead above. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #521)

I put spies in Tyros and Cos, and in many of the other ports of Thassa. I think I knew the shipping, the cargoes and the schedules of those two island Ubarates, and several of their allies, as well or better than many of the members of their own high councils. It was, accordingly, no accident that I, Bosk, from the marshes, in the Fifth Passage Hand of the year 10,120 from the founding of the city of Ar, four months after the unsuccessful coup of Henrius Sevarius in the city of Port Kar, stood admiral on the stern castle of my flagship, the Dorna of Tharna, in command of my fleet, eighteen ships of my own and twelve consigned from the arsenal, at a given place at a given time on gleaming Thassa. "Fleet off the port beam!" came the cry from the man in the basket, circling the masthead above. I turned to Tab. "Remove the mast," said I, "from the mast well. Lash it and its yard to the deck. - (Raiders of Gor)