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Emerging from the fog, literally upon us, suddenly visible, was the vast bulk of the great ship. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #177)

"Back oars!" screamed the captain. We seized the oars but it was useless. There was no time, no time to even lift the blades from the water. Emerging from the fog, literally upon us, suddenly visible, was the vast bulk of the great ship. There was a wrenching of wood and the cries of men, and the stem and stern of the long ship began to rise out of the water, and the planking amidships, shattering, pressed down, sank into the sea, and then the stem, I clinging to it, collapsed back into the water, and doubtless, on the other side, for I could not see, given the obscuring passing of the vast, intrusive bulk, the stern did as well, and Thassa burst up, flooding the thwarts, and then the deck. I stood in a foot or two of cold, swirling water. My station was forward, and I suddenly, unwillingly, realized that I was now clinging to what was only a part of the ship, a recognition I somehow frenziedly fought against acknowledging, not wanting to see it, or understand it, that she had been snapped in two. - (Mariners of Gor)