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Behind them, scattered across the cold waters of Thassa, I could see the pairs of the second wave proceeding, swiftly gliding, oars dipping, toward the long lines of yellow and purple sails in the distance, yellow for Tyros, purple for Cos. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #141)

I resumed my watch, lifting again the glass of the builders toward the west. The ships of my first wave had now struck the lines of the fleet of Cos and Tyros. It was cold in the basket. Behind them, scattered across the cold waters of Thassa, I could see the pairs of the second wave proceeding, swiftly gliding, oars dipping, toward the long lines of yellow and purple sails in the distance, yellow for Tyros, purple for Cos. I wondered how many men would die. I pulled the admiral's cloak more closely about me. I asked myself who I was, and I told myself, I did not know. - (Raiders of Gor)