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The Dorna fought her anchors. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #208)

In places ships were crowded together, in tens and twelves, like floating wooden islands in the sea. The sea was now growing high, and the darkness in the north was now half the sky, looming like a beast with wild fur rooting and sniffing for its prey. The fifth wave was late. The Dorna fought her anchors. We had lifted them that she might swing into the wind, and had then dropped them once more, but still she shook and reared, lifted and dropped into the waters. Her timbers groaned, and I could hear the creaking of the bolts, the irons and great chains that, in places, reinforced her beams. My fifth wave was divided into two portions, the pincer blade striking from the north under the command of the tall, long-haired Nigel with his fifteen ships, supplemented by twenty-five of the arsenal, and the pincer blade from the south under the command of Chung, with his twenty ships, supplemented by another twenty, from the arsenal. - (Raiders of Gor)