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When it was it was like a fist striking the sail and the mast screamed, and the bow, for a terrible moment, dipped in the water and then, dripping the cold waters, the bow leaped up and tilted to the sky. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #37)

The deck was suddenly washed with cold waves, and then the waters had slipped back. The two helmsmen strained with their side rudders, bringing the ship about. Then the wind was at the stern and the oar-master began his count, easing the ship ahead until the storm sail was caught by the blasts. When it was it was like a fist striking the sail and the mast screamed, and the bow, for a terrible moment, dipped in the water and then, dripping the cold waters, the bow leaped up and tilted to the sky. "Stroke!" called the oar-master, his cry almost lost in the sleet and wind. "Stroke! Stroke!" The beating of the copper drum of the keleustes took up maximum beat. The tiny storm sail, swollen with the black wind and sleet, tore at the yard and the brail ropes. - (Raiders of Gor)