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Her timbers groaned, and I could hear the creaking of the bolts, the irons and great chains that, in places, reinforced her beams. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #210)

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. All of these ships were tarn ships. But I did not see the fifth wave. - (Raiders of Gor)