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Too, I knew of the men in small boats, coming and going so frequently, with their charts, weights, and marked ropes, mapping, testing, and sounding that lengthy, broad, twisting, flowing road of water. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #109)

Could this be madness? Some said the ship was a creation of madness. I wondered if some terrible secret was housed here, in this strange place, seemingly lost in the northern forests. I might have wondered too if the Alexandra could even offer so mighty a keel a feasible passage to the sea had I not realized that her depth and course would have been well scouted in this regard. Too, I knew of the men in small boats, coming and going so frequently, with their charts, weights, and marked ropes, mapping, testing, and sounding that lengthy, broad, twisting, flowing road of water. But even so, all was not at ease, and peril was afoot. A river is not the open sea. A river is treacherous, with its shifting channels, its differential siltings, its vagaries of current, given changes in the configuration of the shore, its varying depths depending on the rainfall upstream, the occasional impediments of floating debris, the countless ridges and bars which might form overnight and be washed away, to form themselves anew, in a matter of Ahn. - (Smugglers of Gor)