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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)

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2 103 The View more quotes about ship">ship moved a little forward, but there was murmuring behind me and to the side, consternation, and I do not think that every oar was drawn.
2 104 Had we been a round ship I think the lash would have fallen amongst us.
2 105 "If you must," said the second officer, "go closer, look, and then flee, but it is pointless, and none will believe your report".
2 106 "Stroke," called the captain.
2 107 It is rumored that there were gigantic dragons of the sea, prodigious monsters, lurking beyond the farther islands, aquatic prodigies guarding the end of the world, set there by Priest-Kings, as one might post guard sleen about the perimeter of a camp, but this thing, in the glimpse we had had, was no water-shedding, surfacing monster, toothed and scaled, nothing alive, as least we commonly thought of life, nothing curious, jealous, and predatory.
2 108 "Your command will be taken," said the second officer.
2 109 "Stroke," called the captain, softly, peering into the fog.
The ship moved a little forward, but there was murmuring behind me and to the side, consternation, and I do not think that every oar was drawn. Had we been a round ship I think the lash would have fallen amongst us. "If you must," said the second officer, "go closer, look, and then flee, but it is pointless, and none will believe your report". "Stroke," called the captain. It is rumored that there were gigantic dragons of the sea, prodigious monsters, lurking beyond the farther islands, aquatic prodigies guarding the end of the world, set there by Priest-Kings, as one might post guard sleen about the perimeter of a camp, but this thing, in the glimpse we had had, was no water-shedding, surfacing monster, toothed and scaled, nothing alive, as least we commonly thought of life, nothing curious, jealous, and predatory. "Your command will be taken," said the second officer. "Stroke," called the captain, softly, peering into the fog. - (Mariners of Gor)