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Our tarn scouts had been invaluable, apprising us of the movements of that frightful garden in the sea, the circumambient, encroaching barricades of which might shift radically in days. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #23)

When called to flight, Turgus' galley was to fall to Pertinax, and if the entire cavalry were put aflight, I was pleased that the galley's command would fall to Philoctetes, a mariner of Cos, for whom I would be eager to draw oar. We were now beyond the Vine Sea. It had taken days to effect our escape, against the thickets of vines, and the renewal of growth. Our tarn scouts had been invaluable, apprising us of the movements of that frightful garden in the sea, the circumambient, encroaching barricades of which might shift radically in days. That border which might lie within a dozen pasangs on one day might, as one sought it, given the shifts in wind and current, lie twenty or thirty pasangs away the next, and what had been further might now be nearer. The ropes of vines which entangled so many ships might extend their snares, as they would, but the great movements had their rhythms, and these, with tarns, could be tracked. Thus our sea road might be cut in a direction which seemed hopeless on a given day, given the tentacles of the garden, but, given the movements of the sea, might beckon on the next. - (Mariners of Gor)