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Behind my second-wave ships, I saw, scattered in its long enveloping line stretching from horizon to horizon across Thassa, their small storm sails pounded by the wind, the third wave, that of the round ships. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #173)

But, behind them, low in the water, almost invisible, masts down, came the second wave of my attack. I saw the lines of Cos and Tyros shortening, compressing their formations to bring more ships into play at given points. As they deepened their lines I could now see the borders of their fleet, as I had not been able to before. Behind my second-wave ships, I saw, scattered in its long enveloping line stretching from horizon to horizon across Thassa, their small storm sails pounded by the wind, the third wave, that of the round ships. I glanced back. Astern of the Dorna, not hurrying, at half beat, came fifty tarn ships, their masts high, storm sails bound to their long, sloping yards. In the turmoil of the battle I had little doubt that they would be taken, at first, and perhaps until it was too late, as a second wave of round ships. - (Raiders of Gor)