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We were some dozen or so feet from the beach. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #82)

The arrow, ignorant of its purpose, might with equanimity bestow indiscriminate death. Several yards from the torchlit, screaming, raucous shore, the clash of metal, the cries of enraged men, of frightened men, of dying men, Cabot turned the galley. "Back oars!" he commanded, and the stern of the galley, backing, pushed its way through small boats and wading men, and, a moment later, he cried "Hold!" and we lifted the oars, and we felt the keel of the galley grate on sloping, submerged sand, at the foot of the shore. We were some dozen or so feet from the beach. Dozens of terrified men rushed about us, wading in the water, seizing oars, trying to climb aboard. Shortly thereafter the galleys of Pertinax and Turgus, turned as well, lay to, at the shore, and were similarly subjected to clambering men. I saw several of the small boats returning to the shore from the ship. - (Mariners of Gor)